Thursday, November 20, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Shirley, Goodness, and Marcy
I don't think I can not never do no thinking about the macrocosm without thinking about the microcosm. New genes? Old jeans. Both are remarkably comfortable."A new idea is different by nature -- it's off the beaten path -- and it takes courage to risk failure or rejection. For example, how do you know that your brilliant insight isn't going to lead you into a blind alley, make you look stupid, cost you money, or worse? You don't. Thus, a crucial element of creative thinking is having the courage to take a risk."
Roger von Oech (A Kick in the Seat of the Pants, 1986)
I thought to myself - wouldn't it be cool to have a movie made of my life? So, I had one made. I'm watching it now. You are in it. And so are you. You look marvelous, by the way. Is that light in your eyes or an amber speck? Is it both? Have you always made so much space for me? I didn't know until I saw it on the big screen.
Thank you so much. Would you like some popcorn? My treat.
Monday, November 10, 2008
WHEN NO ONE IS WITH ME, I'M ALWAYS ALONE
I wish I could kic
k love's ass.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Moving Beyond Cause and Effect
We become accustomed to using the overarching term fear to describe these cryptic blockades - the gesso that all to often primes our personal canvases. Occasionally, we trim the wick of illumination that is faith and (so guided), wend first out and then again back until we find our way.
The beginning becomes the end. Which, of course (paradoxically) becomes the beginning.
Monday, November 3, 2008
"Red States, Blue States"
When the blue states this, and the red states that, then there becomes an overlapping of estates. This is the ruling of the grid. When a belief system becomes an affront to new beliefs, then it winds itself into barbed wire - that which is kept out then, becomes akin to that which is kept in. Osmosis is a funny, funny, phenomenon.We are always on the eve of change.
Labels: brilliant world, change, empathinc
Thursday, September 25, 2008
ACCESS.
What is it about a closed door that specifically makes us feel shut out? What type of personal perspective allows for that view?
Maybe a closed door indicates to us that we have been cast from our individual Edens. That no matter what land we currently occupy, its landscape is diminished by the fact that it is other than what we perceive that we are being denied.
And what are we being denied? We aren’t sure. We just are sure that it is not available to us. And so we stare at the closed door and obsess. Or we storm the castle to retrieve some treasure, though we know not the treasure’s name, only that is must sparkle in it’s shimmering value.
I woke up this morning wondering what part we play. What part I play. In the construction of a closed door. Am I the wild thing that needs to be shut off? Do I require the boundaries that a closed door provides?
In the murky moments of egress from night to day, I saw that the door was transparent – permeable.
There was no key. No threshold that required crossing. And in this receptiveness was access.
