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 ‘Muse’

Not Any Other Day

Today isn’t any other day, you know.

                             Lewis Carroll

It’s Monday, and it sure feels like it.

What’s that mean?

I just learned that my Kodak easyshare account no longer exists, which means I can’t download the picture I took of this morning’s harvest…soon to be my lunch. A handful of green beans, a yellow squash, two carrots, and several leaves of Swiss chard. I’m making a veggie wrap.

Sounds good.

I’ve been at loose ends all morning.


Thank goodness work in the community youth garden begins on Wednesday.

It’s always nice to have something to look forward to.

And I can’t open my earthlink address book.

Oh my.

Ever since this computer’s been back from servicing, I’ve had to spend time getting re-aquainted.


I’m shutting this thing down soon, making lunch, then meeting a writing buddy.

Sounds good.

Why are you so chipper?

What do you mean?

It’s Monday and you’re not commiserating.

I figure you can get that kind of response just about anywhere. Wasn’t that cable guy in your backyard just sharing his frustration?

Well yeah…

I like to think I’m offering an alternative.



Why I Still Write

I’m back…with trepidation.

Tomorrow I’m the featured writer for a writers’ group where I was once an active member. I’ve announced to my present writing group that I will be reading a couple of poems (not my own) and an essay (to be mine) “Why I Still Write.” Gulp. What was I thinking? Now I get to wrestle with that durn question.

Why do you still write, Laura?

Um, does morning pages count as writing?

I would think so. Do you write anything else?

Lists, lots of lists. And ten minute writes with writing buddies and my writing group.

What else?

Well, I’ve been steadily working on a story, five pages or so a day, but although I wanted it to be a novel, not about me, I’m all over it. Plus, I don’t know much about the details of structuring a novel and that part gives me the creeps.

So, back to the original question, why do you still write?

Because it seems to be when you appear, and I like talking to you.

Aww, shucks.

And, when I do spend time talking with you, I seem more confident when I’m in public. My voice works better, like I’m not so self-conscious.


What does that mean?

What do you want it to mean?

That I said something worth thinking about.


Like that.

OK, so writing for you is confidence building?

Yeah, but is that the only reason I am still writing?

I don’t know.

That wasn’t the answer I wanted..

Sorry. Why don’t you take some of that confidence out in the “real” world and see what you find. We can talk about it later.

Umm, OK.

…we all need the reassuring and healing messages that treasured rituals provide.  Sarah Ban Breathnachwriting.doc

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


Creativity can be described as letting go of certainties.  Gail Sheehy

Gail Sheehy, huh? An interesting choice of quotes for today.

Yeah, I’m trying to get a handle on where I’m going.

So how’s that working?

Not great. Just when I think I have a really profound idea, something says “Really? You sure about that?” and offers five more.

Way cool.

That’s your opinion. By the end of the day I’m exhausted.

Look at the quote again. What’s it telling you to do?

 Let go?

Yep, just let it happen. This “thought parade” is a good thing. 

How can YOU be so sure?

Muses, my dear, are all about creativity.


Writing in Circles

If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.   Attributed to Woody Allen

Some lessons obviously need revisiting. Again and again.

Yesterday I was so sure my writing intention for the week would be to write daily in a local cafe, making observations. So sure I posted it here and announced it in writing group last night.

This morning Miriam, the female protagonist in my book, appears in my morning pages and she’s not happy! She’s tired of my gallivanting around writing about everything in the universe but her.

OK, OK. I hear ya. I’ll take you to the library and we’ll spend some quality time together.

You know, I got this idea from Pamela and Loretta last night. They let their characters write them letters. Pamela said it was life changing. I figured I could get your attention showing up in your “sacred morning pages”

So you’ve been paying attention to what I’ve been doing?

You bet. Wait till you hear what I’ve learned!

Should I be worried?

Heavens no…I’m your muse!

Finding Myself

In the process of letting go you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself. […] It will be a permanent Self, rooted in awareness and creativity. Once you have captured this, you have captured the world.   Deepak Chopraplayground

Another day of writing descriptions without making inferences. This time I’m at a children’s playground on a sunny holiday. It’s not hard–listening to happy sounds, seeing bright colors, feeling the warmth of the sun. My senses are full and my pen scribbles to take it all in. Maybe I am learning how to write about what I love rather than about what I think should inspire me.

Stop all the analyzing and just do it, sweetie.

Yeah, yeah. I know.

Where are you going today?

The bookstore?

That sounds like fun. You go, girl!

Do you really have to talk like that?


Process Writing

Our beautiful spring weather has developed a blustery edge, which is reason enough to stay inside and read more of Natalie Goldberg’s The True Secret of Writing, make red beans and rice and write this post.  The “book” I tell people I’m working on sits on a table beside the sofa, untouched since last Thursday.

Yesterday one of my writing buddies and I shared our hesitations,  justifications, and downright fears, then did a timed writing on “What I’m going to write this week.”

“The book,” I said. “I wanted to work on the book.”

Tell me more, Laura.

I want to develop Margaret. I want to explore her need to set boundaries, especially around a particularly stubborn character with which she is dealing.

Great. This sounds promising.

I want to describe her garden, the one with heirloom roses in the front (which I know nothing about,) and the organic vegetable garden she is cleaning out and adding fresh compost to as she prepares to plant.


Oh, and I want to talk about why there are heirloom roses to begin with…the ones that belonged to the former owner, Margaret’s mentor.


And then there’s Hank…but he takes the story into a future without many details yet. Maybe all I can do for now is introduce him.

So what’s holding you back? It sounds like you’re full of ideas. Start with Margaret and her boundary issues. Do a few timed writings about that. See where they take you.

Gulp. OK.

Listening to Learn

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Writing Is My Drink

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