Taking a day or rest. The last week or so has been crazy. Glad to dial it down a bit today and in doing so I solved several creative issues I was having. Funny how that works.
No title for this piece yet. I’m open to suggestions.
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Tag Archives: Passion
Day 61:
Further thoughts on the creative process…
Ways to Dream
Day 60: You Are Not Invisible
Today marks another milestone. That’s two months down! Ten more to go.
It seems fitting to mark this occasion with a love poem dedicated to my better half and creative partner in crime, my bride. We men are not always the best communicators. Not to say that all men are terrible at it, only I’ve found that those of us in passionately loving relationships have a tendency to miss things. We fail to confer with our partners, or simply forget things they tell us in passing. And it’s not done out of any sort of misogynistic default or dismissal so much as simple distraction.
Love makes fools of us all, and I am no exception.
You Are Not Invisible
Day 56: Be Eternal
Thinking again about the creative process again. I watched the Oscars last night and finally completed revising my manuscript today. I cannot stop thinking about the necessity of momentum with regards to creation.
Every single artist, performer, writer and so on is called on to create again and again. The truth is that completing your project does not mark the crossing of the finish line, only a finish line. It’s onward, full steam ahead, to the next project.
Be Eternal
Day 55: The Sun Shines On
After weeks of sea fog the sun is here! Unfortunately my bride and I will not be able to take advantage of it today. That’s the thing about the sun though, isn’t it? It’s always shining. Even in Seattle the rain occasionally parts to let it through.
The Sun Shines On
Day 51: A Climax Approaches
Feeling better today! Not 100% yet, but still better–hence the double posting.
I was thinking today about goals, deadlines, and the inevitable transformative processes that occur throughout our lives. When do they happen? When does change actually occur within us and upon our lives in a meaningful and significant way? How do we rise to meet these changes, or not as the case may be?
My father is fond of saying that good luck is simply preparation meeting opportunity. I like this idea. I like the notion of creating our own opportunities. Being sick has made me feel like my aim is off regarding the opportunities I’ve been trying to prepare for. I was struck today by a sudden and intense sensation that change is soon to be upon me, that all that I’ve worked for is soon to reach a point of climax. Can any of us ever really be prepared for that?
A Climax Approaches
Day 49: The Skies are Silver
Today’s poem is brought to you by…
…a week’s worth of heavy sea fog suddenly lifted this morning so that we have actual sunlight mixed with our gusty winds…
…a forecast for a week’s worth of nonstop rain…
…and thoughts of my loving bride.
Enjoy.
The Skies are Silver
Day 48: In The Shallows
Today’s title comes courtesy of my loving, wonderful bride.
I took a much needed and unplanned self-care day to recuperate. I had no idea how tired I was and the rest has not only done me a ton of good, hopefully getting me back on top of my game, but it also inspired today’s poem.
Today I rested. Tomorrow, I attack my tasks and pursue my goals with vigor.
In The Shallows
Day 47: Bleed the Ink
Feeling a bit frustrated with my authorship today. Revising my manuscript is simultaneously rewarding, because I can tell that every change I’m making is an improvement, but also excruciating because it is taking so much longer than I meant for it to. So today’s poem is venting my love and frustration for and with my vocation.
Bleed the Ink
Day 45: Love of Art
Happy Valentine’s Day!
To celebrate, my bride and I had a romantic lunch and then visited the Houston Museum of Fine Art. My beloved’s mother was a professional artist who taught my bride. There were tears of joy.
Today’s poem is an amalgamation of quotes we spoke while admiring O’keefe, Hassam, Picasso, and Matisse–to name a few.
Love of Art
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