“Writing is something that you can never do as well as it can be done. It is a perpetual challenge and it is more difficult than anything else that I have ever done—so I do it. And it makes me happy when I do it well.” ~ Ernest Hemingway
“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is on a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.” ~ Martha Graham
Somehow I got caught up in videos about crows and ravens. There’s a lot of stuff out there. The sun is just breaking over the summits of the Sangre de Cristo range. The morning is moist and peaceful. My mind feels pretty soft as well. It’s a good day to hone in on contentment. That can be hard for me, because even when I reach a feeling of contentment some of my nerves and muscles beg to differ; in a manner of speaking. Both depression and PTSD have physical symptoms. They can be quite noticeable at times. I feel like that right now dude as I write these words and stuff bro. Hey, how come ya never hear someone calling a woman ‘sis’? Just sayin. One of the lessons I have learned from these disorders is that it might could maybe be best to drop the word “disorder” altogether. I sure as hell ain’t gonna call them bad habits! That approach is patronizing and can be wounding. What it is is that my brain does things differently than others. It is philosophically and logically indisputable that this brain is a singular organ. And that brings us dangerously close to a cosmic perspective: be yourself. Proclaim to the world that you are here. The response to that proclamation will likely be like yeh whatever. Do it anyway. You don’t have to be noisy about it. A simple smile spiced with a steady on gift of eye contact can do the trick. In people’s eyes the basic truth that no one really knows what the heaving heck is going on . . . well, let me just say the eyes show secrets of freedom and wonder, whereas the written word and the spoken word often holds secrets hostage. Deep thought, right? The concept of holding secrets hostage rings a deep harmonic in my soul. Guess I’ll put the idea in my inner cauldron and see what cooks up.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.