Tag: rollo may
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This must be the place.
This must be the place, paper collage, 2020 This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 11/10/20 Had a significant insight into my own creative process. It happened on Sunday morning, as I was having coffee and reading one of John Muir’s Wilderness Essays. Experienced a flood of positive emotions as I was…
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Promenade
This post was formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 5/10/20 A slow, easy, reflective Sunday. Yoga and some much-needed outdoor time. I can’t wait to go camping. Soon. Have this grand idea of going off the grid for a little while. Heading up into the mountains and losing myself in the stillness. A reclamation of…
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Fool’s Gold (A Letter to Tim)
This post is composed of excerpts from an email I sent to my friend, Tim, last week. Otherwise known formally as “T. Blake,” Tim is the artist who created the visual dimension of Seven Road. We correspond regularly about our work. About our creative struggles and achievements and, more importantly, about the spiritual dimension of…
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Closed Captions
This post is formatted to reflect an original journal entry. 12/10/19 I like that it’s a cozy, gray morning. Listening to Fleetwood Mac’s Mirage, drinking coffee, and revisiting Rollo May’s The Courage to Create. An observation: the artists I admire most have all cultivated such powerful and unique personal styles. Poets, visual artists, musicians, too.…
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On Creative Limits
I haven’t experimented with collage work in awhile. Now that I am writing poetry rather comfortably and adventurously again, the urge to tinker with visual media has substantially diminished. Though not disappeared. I’ve got a stack of magazines and a folder full of clippings and other trinkets ready next time the mood strikes. What I…
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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,…
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My Quest for Beauty
It is true that I borrowed the title of this post from Rollo May’s narrative of the same name. A move I initially had misgivings about, provided my sometimes too-serious penchant for originality. Chill, I told myself. And, just do it your way (the single most valuable piece of advice I have yet to give…
The Used Life 