I arrived at yoga class this morning with the hopes of losing myself in the pause. Of immersing myself in the kind of restorative quiet that is often necessary for the achievement of insight. For the mental clarity required to imbue this post, with which I’d been struggling for the past few days, with meaning, [...]
On Wisdom
It's an ashen sky and lo-fi Sunday. Bone dreary and mellow with intermittent sunlight. The air is pregnant with repose. Heavy. Lingering with moisture, the kind that clings to your hair and drips off the edges of your windowsills. The temperature in a slow and steady climb, typical of spring afternoons in the American South. [...]
In Terms of Life and Death
I'm not sure when exactly I began thinking of creativity, generally, and of the dynamics of creative living, in particular, in terms of life force, or energy. Those activities and attitudes that are life-giving versus those that take it away. Indeed, I was, you might say, "smacked over the head" with an aha moment recently [...]
Hyphen
I began this blog with the hopes of achieving a lofty goal, to use the life within me to beget a more creative life. A move toward being the most authentic possible version of myself. To foster my creative energies, to develop and focus my talents. Indeed, it may be said that I've learned a [...]
On Play
I was fascinated to learn that Carl Jung discovered the therapeutic benefits of creativity by, himself, re-enacting a form of childhood play. An attempt to uncover the roots of an early psychological conflict. To be sure, such a desire to experiment on oneself, to delve into one's unconscious so rigorously and imaginatively, requires a playfulness [...]
On Being an Original
I view the striving for originality as, first, a struggle for life. To preserve, expand, and affirm oneself. To actualize one's inherent, energetic potential. About a year ago, I published a post titled, When You Have Too Much Life..., in which I discuss what it feels like to have one's creativity, attempts at expressing the [...]
On Being a Femme Fatale
In On the Art of Femininity, I suggest that, in and of itself, the feminine is "enough." That it represents a totality. One which seeks in its opposite not completion, but a full complement. As in the joining of two people, the intertwining of forces in an intimate relationship, another kind of wholeness. And one [...]
