Category Archives: my studio notes

when the rains are relentless . . .

insecurities arise.
tempers flare.
wounds open.
doubts linger.
worries abound.
tears flow.

shaken.
bewildered.
wondering where to put it all.

write.

write to process the grief.
write to calm the agitation.
write to uncover the truth.

the daily show reported recently that scientists in japan had invented a robot that is capable of recognizing its own reflection in a mirror. “when the robot learns to hate what it sees,” said jon stewart, “it will have achieved full humanity.” (steven pressfield)

funny because it’s true.

an idea pops into your head,
simmering for awhile.

eventually, continuing to boil,
a dream is hatched.

steaming and bubbling and percolating.
rolling itself into a burning desire.

pull it apart.
dissect it.
pound it.
tear it up.

or simply lay it out.

THE ARRIVAL: the quintessential essence7 journey

to making your dreams come true.

 
 
you know what you want to do.

it’s been niggling at the back of your mind for months,
maybe even for years.

perhaps you’ve planned it all out already,
in precise detail.

after a long night, lying wide awake,
worrying, tossing and turning,
i was happy to see the sun.*

“behind the pleasure and fresh beauty of sunrise, i detect an old and primitive response: the day has come again, no dark god swallowed it during the night.”
~frances mayes

my days and nights are full to overflowing at the moment.