Tag Archives: Writing

Always ask

17 Jan

WHY.

And do so repeatedly.

All days.

this Monday…

8 Jan

Sat to write some verse this morning, but the sequencing isn’t as I’d like.  So I don’t force it.  This coming semester, don’t force writing.  You can’t.  And don’t attempt to force understanding from texts, either.  Yes, there is a deadline with an assignment, but nothing should be forced.  Change your approach, your view, your mood, your sense of truth.  See what happens.  Record what transpired and share it with your colleagues.

Monday… motivated by the manuscript of the day, be.  Tell yourself that ‘I don’t accept the typical Monday perspective.’ Tell yourself that today all WILL be done differently, and for the sake of your advancement.

Rain falling in Sonoma County, and it speaks to us.  Tells us to be our own storms.  To not stop, to be defiant, to be more than merely brave, but utterly and creatively separatist.  This semester coming up will be your best ever… your most “successful”.  Start keeping a journal, now, for the Spring ’18 term.

Just like that… verse done.  We’re all students of life, each day and morning, be it a Monday or any other day.  Tell yourself today is all yours.  Even if you’re at work and you have some tyrant of a pig-supervisor, they CANNOT tell you how to process their barks, what they say and what’s around you and how you let the rain and whatever day-ingredients into your inner screen… YOUR book.

This semester is a term of YOU-writing.  YOU-learning, YOU-reading.  YOU.  All decisions and movements, words and lines, sentences and textual reactions are YOURS.  Just entertain the idea if you don’t want to assimilate it immediately.

Should have woke earlier, but I was out from pillow and sheets when I was.  Bring me to another thought before semester ignites—  Grieve not over what you lack or didn’t do, but rush and create from what’s in your story, on your plate.

2018, Day 7

7 Jan

IMG_0466Listening to jazz, after a vineyard walk in this seductive, ghostly fog, I’m inspired to write but as well to restrain self, not let self just fly at the page.  Sometimes, you have to let the impetus simmer, stew.  Meditate, appreciate.  Yes, there is always time to work, but you will also benefit from letting the motivation cook.  Don’t move so fast, and when you do deem it right to move, then move with your artful and careless swiftness.

Someone once offer the idea to me, and in somewhat an instructional and condescending octave, that “less is better”.  My first proneness was to dismiss it.  But, now seeing, thinking after my walk, while out there in the phantasmic veil, I see his reasoning.  That he was, is, right.  Not in all cases, but enough to have my attention and enough for us all to try.

2018…. OUR year.  This semester approaching, all conventions will be shed.  We will all tell our stories, learn from our own narratives and those of those around us.  There’s always something to see, newly… in some new direction, visual pulse, reflectively.  Like Austen with her letters, I’m writing to the morning, to this breath, the moment itself.  The stage pushing me, daring me, daring US.  Our year.  One of elevation, no self-doubt… more music and poetry, expression… combatting time and how quick it passes us with how we use it.  Defeating time with time itself.  Write your musings.  The shorter, less words, the more healing, beneficial and optimal.

Sometimes you

31 Dec

only have what you have.

And that’s what you have to work with.

That’s what should inspire you.

Love what you have, never long for what you don’t.

Education…

30 Dec

Lifelong.

You’re always being educated, if you allow.

To be “educated” implies that the process is done.

Don’t desire that.

Aim for more education, not to BE educated.

29 Dec

Today

27 Dec

My son, wanting to

teach me everything he taught

himself. Why go work?