If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.-—Joseph Campbell

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Sacred Narrative

People need a sacred narrative. They must have a sense of larger purpose, in one form or another, however intellectualized. They will find a way to keep ancestral spirits alive.  E. O. Wilson

A new thought while walking this morning. It’s time to take a hiatus from this blog and put my energy into writing the book I keep “talking” about.

I have a morning routine that is waking me to new-to-me ideas and I would like to try the morning pages, quote and walk, then work on the manuscript.

Thank you for your support, your ideas, and your just being out there. I’ve learned a lot. At some point I may show up again, but for now, I don’t know.

What about me?

You, dear friend, seem solidly with me. Thanks.

🙂

Oh, one more thing. I highly recommend the new Robert Redford movie, The Company You Keep.

storyteller

Deeper than Name and Form

When you lose touch with inner stillness, you lose touch with yourself. When you lose touch with yourself, you lose yourself in the world. Your innermost sense of self, of who you are, is inseparable from stillness. This is the I Am that is deeper than name and form. ~ Eckhart Tolle

All these voices…it’s hard for me to touch the inner stillness. Some are so loud, so persistent.

Be still. Let them just come and go.

Easy for you to say. Some are really able to get under my skin.

Breathe.

How do I participate in the world and stay in touch with myself?

Ah such a conundrum.

What do you mean?

Where do you think those voices come from?

Well, sometimes they sound like my mother or a particularly opinionated acquaintance.

Have you ever heard yourself sound like that?

Oh yeah!

The world. The world in you. Be still.

Ah.

By the way, how was the nature park yesterday?

Om.

I thought that was a good idea. 🙂

  • The Now (sjcwellness.wordpress.com)

New Strength and Thoughts

With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts. Eleanor Roosevelt

It’s day 15 of the Starting with a Quote Project

And what are you learning?

You want details or the big picture?

Either.

This morning on my walk, I realize this project’s addressing my “thinking too hard” behavior.

Tell me more.

Well, I have all these crazy spinning thoughts in my head.

Yeah?

And I’m watching this morning routine (morning pages, walk, then blog) give my spinning thoughts some structure, focus and direction, which then allows room for new ideas. It’s like what Cathy was showing me a few weeks ago when we were cleaning and organizing her classroom.

Cool.

Yeah.  Now I’m going to the nature park north of town. Today’s a bit cooler (high 80’s) and a nature walk was an early morning idea. I’ll take a water bottle, trail mix, my notebook, bug spray…and some room for new thoughts:)

With Two Voices

How much can you do with two voices? You can sing thirds or you can sing fifths or you can do a background harmony.  Paul Simon

I just texted my friends on the street corner. They are protesting the painting over of their street art. Power to the people. Does that mean I want their art? I don’t know…I want to hear their voices! I want to hear mine with theirs!

Later today I will write with a young woman who wants to be a writer, but isn’t writing. We will write timed writings together. The topics from Natalie Goldberg: 1. I’m looking at…and 2. I’m thinking of… I want to hear her writings. I want to hear mine with hers.

Life as Story

The world isn’t just the way it is. It is how we understand it, no? And in understanding something, we bring something to it, no?

Doesn’t that make life a story?   Yann Martel, Life of Pi

1. Listening to the poetry of a writer friend

2. Catching up with another friend over Indian food

3. Reading The Night Strangers by Chris Bohjalian

4. Discussing the weather while waiting in line at the grocery story

5. Watching two children interact at the library

6. Answering a text on my cell phone

7. Reading and writing blogs

8. Writing morning pages and evening reflections

9. Listening to the thoughts in my head as I walk in the park

10. Listening to a song on the radio

A Creative Break

Creativity involves breaking out of established patterns in order to look at things in a different way.  Edward de Bono

Day 10

I’m smuggly content at being able to spend a pleasant, somewhat productive day alone. But…

One brother is playing blues in a cozy little neighborhood bar on his 60th birthday. The other brother will be there with his new girlfriend from New York City. I don’t think I’ll go.

Why not, Laura?

The day has been so nice I could easily slip into pajamas and return to the book I’ve been reading. Anyway, I’ve seen both brothers within the last 24 hours.

And?

About six o’clock, as Buddy would be beginning to play, I think, “Why not, Laura?”

Yeah, my thought exactly.

So I slip on a clean shirt, put on a little lipstick, pick up the car keys and head out the door.

How is it?

Wonderful. I sit with a childhood neighbor, meet Bruce’s girlfriend and note a new confidence in Buddy’s presentation. And then…

What?

This young guy with an African djembe comes on stage. Buddy starts playing his guitar and the drummer adds rhythm. It isn’t long before the guy’s lost in the music. By the last song he has jumped off the stage and is beating the floor with drumsticks. It is incredible!

Better than pajamas and a good book?

Probably so…however, in the middle of all this energy, I wonder what this kid was like as a third grader.

Listening to My Life

The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.  Joseph Campbell

Day 9…

I started this project with a quote from Parker Palmer…

Before I can tell my life what I want to do with it, I must listen to my life telling me who I am. 

And that seems to be what I am doing…

Yesterday I spent several hours cleaning the little cottage in my brother’s backyard before he rents it to a quiet single young man. This little cottage is located in what was once our family’s backyard. We called the “cottage” a guest house then. My grandfather lived in it for a short time, my musician brothers held band rehearsals in it at different times, and it served as a storage unit for me after I moved home from Mississippi.  My father was the first to rent it out…to a guy with a messy parrot. Lots of history here.

Needless to say it’s a mess.

But several weeks back I helped my best friend clean her new science classroom. The former occupant was not nearly as neat or organized as Cathy, so I became the recipient of a crash course in being neat and organized just trying to keep up with her.

It’s what I now bring to the guest house/cottage.

And do I need to state the obvious? It’s being rented to a quiet single young man. Ten and 1/2 years ago my only child, a quiet single young man, took his life. I guess I’m just still trying to mother.

  • Who I Am (itstartedwithaquote.wordpress.com)
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