Silent. Transformation.
There were no words; there were feelings and actions, raw and embodied, without the filter of words.
Every Day is Different. Every. Single. Day.
So simple. So obvious. And, yet, forgotten.
What if you stop planning and go where the road leads you?
What if you stop planning and go where the road leads you? The longer we travel, and the more often we head toward what calls and figure it out when we get there, the happier I am. Logistics and planning took up an excruciating amount of time and energy—and scraped...Flow: Real, Powerful
How quickly, and relatively easily, things moved out and moved forward for us in this transition, how we were supported in every way, proved to me that flow is powerful, and it is real.
I didn’t skin my knee; I fell on my ass.
I didn’t skin my knee; I fell on my ass. Yesterday, I wrote about the willingness to skin my knees on Life. This morning on a hike, my foot slipped on mud and tree roots. I didn’t skin my knee, but I did fall on my ass. It was one of those “this is going to hurt...Art + Life
I’ve found myself frustrated at not writing—like the trip was being wasted—until I remembered a comment by the French-Cuban essayist and memoirist Anais Nin (with whom I had an obsessive fascination about 15 years ago): I cannot both Write and Live.