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

Posts tagged ‘happiness’

Happily Creative

This is a quick post.

1. In a few minutes a friend and I are taking a day trip to a nursery (plants) a couple hours from here.

2. I’ve been struggling with a writing “assignment” providing copy for pictures on the website of our community youth garden. Just the facts are not pleasing me. I’ve submitted the idea for an alternate approach and am waiting to hear if I can pursue it.

3. Tonight’s the third anniversary of the library book club I facilitate. I want to get home from the nursery in time to make cranberry nut muffins for the celebration. This month’s selection is The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. I’m expecting a stimulating discussion.

And the quote for the day…

It’s good to be creatively busy.  Me

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Overwhelming Abundance

Hex sign abundance

Hex sign abundance (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Abundance is not something we acquire. It is something we tune into.  Wayne Dyer

There came into the world an unlimited abundance of everything people need. But people need everything except unlimited abundance.  Karel Capek

Is this overwhelming feeling just an abundance of what I have been asking for?

The Story Factor

The Universe is showing you the way.

Yeah, right.

Tell them what happen to you yesterday.

Well, it was pretty neat.

Go on.

OK OK…I go to my regular Friday get together with mostly retired school teacher friends. Happy hour at the Mexican restaurant. We call it margarita therapy. Grace brings her daughter, a lovely 23 year old young woman, who when she was seven was in my Sunday school class. Well, she orders a margarita with a Dos Equis turned upside down in it. Whoa…the old school marms are impressed.

Keep going.

OK. I’m setting the stage. One of my afterschool kids, Marie, comes in with her family. I love this eight year old. She’s happily in her own creative world. I call her name and she skips over to me and gives me a hug. Steps back, grins at me and gives me another. It feels wonderful.

And then…

Hey, these are important parts of my story.

OK

Grace gets a call. Her friend is on the way. A few minutes later in walks Annette Simmons. Well, I know that name. Know she’s friends of some of my more creative friends. But there’s more. I have suspected she is the daughter of a woman I taught with more than thirty years ago. And she wrote a book, several in fact. But the one I know something about is The Story Factor. I actually own a copy. Whoa! Six degrees of separation is now down to maybe one or two.

The Universe

Whatever…We talk. I realize I don’t know how to describe what I write or where I think I’m going with it. (Note to self) She’s got lots of energy and experience. It feels wonderful. (also noted)

You and your notebook 

Hey, whatever works. Later when I get home I pull The Story Factor off the shelf and begin reading. OMG. The words connect. I know I’ve read some of it before, but I’m seeing it differently now. Breathe, Laura. Now in addition to The Poisonwood Bible that I need to finish before book club this week and The Dude and the Zen Master that I’m halfway into, I want to find time for The Story Factor. And in two hours I’m going to be at a sculpting workshop led by a truly wonderful creative.

Breathe, Laura. And enjoy.

To be a person is to have a story to tell.  Isak Dinesen

Friends and Flowers

In reality, we are still children. We want to find a playmate for our thoughts and feelings.   Wilhelm Stekel

Yesterday I was heavy with thoughts and spent a lot of time writing. This morning I wake with all kinds of new ideas.

Is it because I moodled around with Muse, my imaginary playmate?

Is it because today my long-time best friend and I are going on the garden tour together?

Could it be a bit of both?

Sometimes (actually most of the time) I think too much. Writing helps move me through the thoughts, but I need to balance all this inner work with some out-in-the-world playtime. Cathy and Mother Nature are just what I’m wanting today.

Here are some tiny blossoms from my garden.

first squash

first squash

blue daze from last year...I thought it was an annual

blue daze from last year…I thought it was an annual

Confederate jasmine

Confederate jasmine

white oxalis...sold as shamrock

white oxalis…sold as shamrock

from Lowe's discount cart

from Lowe’s discount cart

Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time.  Georgia O’Keeffe

The Way

Interesting…after a week of children and creative people these words of Lao Tzu are what I am drawn to.

Silence is a source of great strength.

When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everybody will respect you.

At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.

The power of intuitive understanding will protect you from harm until the end of your days.

The words of truth are always paradoxical.

Like a Child

I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten, – happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another.  Brenda Ueland

After five days working at the children’s arts festival, I have a better idea about this happy, absorbed kid-like zone.

Two more days and I can get back to writing…like a child.

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Playfully Letting Words Escape

Yesterday I posted a poem “On Zen” by Daio Kokushi.

The haunting lines…

It is Dharma truly beyond form and sound;

It is Tao having nothing to do with words.

In the middle of these thoughts the city library has a book sale…Argh.

On Saturday I bought books for myself.

On Saturday I bought books for myself.

On Sunday I went back and looked through the books in the children's section.

On Sunday I went back and bought books from the children’s section.

A truly good book teaches me better than to read it. I must soon lay it down, and commence living on its hint. What I began by reading, I must finish by acting.  Henry David Thoreau

No two persons ever read the same book.  Edmund Wilson

One rainy Sunday when I was in the third grade, I picked up a book to look at the pictures and discovered that even though I did not want to, I was reading. I have been a reader ever since.  Beverly Cleary

You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children.  Madeleine L’Engle

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