- There is no right answer.
- Start with options.
- Choose flow over force….
- …but force if necessary with value-driven action.
- The first two hours are a warm up.
- Anything can be done ten minutes at a time.
- Accept the possibility of making no progress, or a mistake, or a shitty first draft.*
- One thing at a time.
- Even the greats don’t know what they’re doing half the time.
- If you’re not facing your fear, you’re not working.
- Limitations are opportunities for creative solutions.
- This isn’t about feeling good.
- It’s about getting on with your life.
- Negative thoughts can be written down, tape recorded, or otherwise set aside so that you can get back to work.
- Leave room for what you can’t imagine.
- It doesn’t have to make sense.
- You don’t have to achieve anything.
- Final grades are based 50% on effort and 50% on self-honesty.
- It’s okay to take it slow.
- Make your own rules.
* See Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott.
if you feel sick
you probably need to create something.
allow yourself to be sick for a while
& see what comes up.
your creations become something altogether different
once you expose them to air.
if you will
like blue blood turns red
when it breaches the skin
or reel of film blooms
in a dark room.
when your inner life is brought
to the light of day you are no longer
in control of what
it will become.
it no longer belongs to you.
you have relinquished ownership.
it belongs to everyone
& transforms into something
it is natural to fear this process
if we consider the act of creation sufficient
in an of itself
but the truth is this is only
the first step.
we must have a sacred space
to expose our beloved creations
to the light so they may become
what they were meant to be.
they must enter the second phase:
the world needs its story-tellers
creators of all sorts
If you are one of these
yield to yourself
& the creativity that lives
do not hold out the world.
for it needs your gifts
it needs your love
it is thirsty for your joy.
an open sky
for why would you
create if not
from space confined
wise women know
the caged bird's song
the battle cry
of soul unleashed
from genie's lamp
of hands from
curse not your chains nor weights of stone
for without them art would be unknown.