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 ‘transitions’

Transitioning Through the Day

Friday was filled with other people’s schedules. Saturday I wake full of ideas and no schedule, so I begin writing until I recognize a drop in energy. I want to be around others. I could go to the grocery store. It would be my schedule, but with others.

The store is too busy. This is not what I wanted. I hurriedly get what I need and return home. But home is too quiet. (Sounds like Goldilocks…this bed is too hard, this bed is too soft…)

I take my notebook to a local deli where I eat lunch, watch people and write. Ah, just right.

The rest of the day is a breeze. Until around 8 when I notice arcs of light flashing from the corner of my left eye.

This is something new and I don’t like it. I call a friend to talk it through. She’s not there, but her 40 year old brain damaged son who lives with her is. I tell him my concern.

“Cool,” Ryan says.

“Have you ever had anything like this?” I ask.

“Yeah, all the time,” he answers.

Oh great, I think, and ask him what he does about it.

“Man, I just enjoy it,” he answers.

“Thanks,” I say, thinking I’ll call my brother, who has also had brain trauma.

I connect with my brother, then read about the arcing on the internet. I decide to take Ryan’s advice and just enjoy it.

This morning I wake full of ideas, ready to begin again.

And so it goes.


Life in Transition

Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two. Octavio Paz

The child and parent.

The student and teacher.

The reader and writer.

Back and forth.

Within and without.

Moving from one to the other.

Life in transition.

And Paz said wisdom is in the dialectic between the two.

Energy Shift

Don’t open the door to the study.  Take down a lute.  Rumi

Signs that I’ve been overthinking.

1.  An early morning headache.

2.  Feeling of ennui– not really overwhelmed, just kind of listless.  (Interesting play on words…list less)

3.  I can’t remember any dream pieces.

Time for a little lute playing.

Listening to Learn

Learning to Listen

Listening for Lessons

A Teacher and her Writing Practice

Writing Is My Drink

slake your thirst; find your voice


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