This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 4/19/19 Figured it out. What I was working toward on my return flight—the idea that was brewing but on which I hadn’t gained clarity sufficient to write. Returned to Rogers and Maslow. Re-reading them in conjunction with Huxley is illuminating. Also ordered Rogers’s Client-Centered Therapy. [...]
Category: creativity and learning
Return Flight
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 4/15/19 Spent the past week and a half traveling. I left home ten days ago armed with an iPad and a stack of books, eager to learn, write, create somewhere new (as time permitted, of course). What I experienced instead was an overwhelming desire to [...]
Mysterium
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 1/13/19 I am fully engaged in the process of creating my own myth. The truth smacks me like a glove. I have been wrong. I have spent the day—nay, every free moment in the past three days—reading, breathless, Carl Jung’s The Red Book and Memories, [...]
Supernova
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 1/9/19 Spent most of the day working on a poem that hasn’t fully formed yet. Best thing that happened today: I acquired The Legendary Christine Perfect Album (1970) for my vinyl collection. Post-Chicken Shack, pre-Fleetwood Mac Christine McVie. Gritty, bluesy, fun listening. Finished Huxley’s The [...]
Midnight Chill
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 12/27/18 Winding down this evening by settling back into my writing routine. After a long day, I find it’s best to reconnect by writing longhand in a notebook. Reading Maslow and listening to some newly acquired vinyl. My mind is teeming with thoughts: First, self-actualization [...]
Free Form
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 12/23/18 Spent most of the day reading. And writing in between spurts of cookie-making. Ricotta cookies. Nothing tastes more like Christmas. Except maybe my aunt’s lasagna, a big slice of ham, and a glass of the Dago Red that was bottled in the neighbor’s basement. [...]
Quiet Hours
This post has been formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 12/10/2018 I've been so focused on Seven Road for the past few weeks, I've barely done any reading. Except occasional poetry. That required for intermittent study, inspiration, and inducing a more melodic state of mind. The poem, in its entirety, was such a soulful [...]
