by Beth on September 11, 2009
Imagination needs moodling – long, inefficient happy idling, dawdling and puttering. — Brenda Ueland Some very important discussions were sparked by yesterday’s post about the morning pages. I hope you’ll check them out! Meantime, we are concluding our work in Chapter Seven. Before we say goodbye to this chapter, Julia asks us to check in: [...]
What we really want to do is what we’re meant to do.– Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way Beginning to cooperate with the abundance that surrounds you and wants to guide you is a critical step towards being in the creative flow. It is also one of the most toxic, fear-distorted areas in our culture, and [...]
(Slightly belated, my apologies, dearest Leo!) Leos, so the tradition goes, are “on” 24 hours a day, showing off and behaving like the sexy superstars they often are. Of course, there really is more to Leo than this cartoonish version. Astrologer Jon Cainer notes that while it is true that Leos can be a bit [...]
Self-creation is an art of fire.– M. C. Richards How are you doing at this point? I would love to know how you are feeling about the pace of this work. Too fast? Too slow? We are about to cross into the half-way point, and I am wondering if you’re still with me. Is this [...]
I want to sing like birds singNot worrying who hears orWhat they think.– Rumi I really love how many of you decided to color outside the lines on our last exercise, and add an eleventh question, so that it would not end by focusing on what makes us sad! Well done! As we wind down [...]
May your day be this sweet and loving…
by Beth on September 11, 2008
Today I’d planned to continue our explorations of harvest lore, specifically making corn dollies, but instead, I feel the urgency of this occasion to share these words from two of my dear teachers with you. The Three Candles, Marc Chagall Words from Starhawk:September 11, 2001: Hecate sits on her tripod at the crossroads in the [...]
by Beth on August 2, 2008
A Night-Rain in Summer by James Henry Leigh Hunt Open the window, and let the airFreshly blow upon face and hair,And fill the room, as it fills the night,With the breath of the rain’s sweet might.Hark! the burthen, swift and prone!And how the odorous limes are blown!Stormy Love’s abroad, and keepsHopeful coil for gentle sleeps. [...]