Men seldom, or rather never for a length of time and deliberately, rebel against anything that does not deserve rebelling against.
The Artist's Way is a spiritual journey, a pilrimage home to the self.
Anger is meant to be acted on. It is not meant to be acted out. Anger points the direction. We are meant to use anger as fuel to take the actions we need to move where our anger points us. With a little thought, we can usually translate the message that our anger is sending us.
As an experienced artist, I carry my work like a secret pregnancy. I am always aware of inner life and the need to protect it.
Taking the time to write in our lives gives us the time of our lives. As we describe our environments, we begin to savor them. Even the most rushed and pell-mell life begins to take on the patina of being cherished.
Survival lies in sanity, and sanity lies in paying attention. . . the capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.
When we clear the physical clutter from our lives, we literally make way for inspiration and 'good, orderly direction' to enter.
No need to choose; become choiceless. And whatsoever happens happens; whatsoever happens is good. Let things happen rather than trying to do, and you will be surprised that all ambiguity disappears. It is a by-product of the chooser's mind, the choosing mind, that creates ambiguity. Otherwise there is no dilemma. Negative and positive are perfectly balancing in life.
All my writing is about the recognition that there is no single reality. But the beauty of it is that you nevertheless go on, walking towards utopia, which may not exist, on a bridge which might end before you reach the other side.
Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.
When I was a little kid, we only knew about our nine planets. Since then, we've downgraded Pluto but have discovered that other solar systems and stars are common. So life is probably quite prevalent.