Posted in creative process, creative writing, life lessons etc., work in progress, writing

Mind your own business

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“There are only three kinds of business in the universe: mine, yours, and God’s.” ~ Byron Katie

Today, I had the urge to write about something that I was outraged about. I was annoyed  about a particular internet  art star. I wanted to be the kid in the crowd who cries out that the emperor has no clothes. But I changed my mind. And even if I am right and the emperor is truly naked a lot of people love her. A lot of people hang on her every word and lavish fawning praise every time she overshares on her facebook fan page.

My grandmother used to say- “A still tongue in a wise head” In other words, keep your opinions to your self. So I will. I will not blab my snarly opinions, even though I want to. I will not be a critic. I will not be a judge. I will hold my tongue. It is just me being skeptical, about what I see as bullshit.

Truth is, I feel threatened by it. Not sure why. Some form of jealousy maybe? Some kind of resentful feelings about her success. Feelings of injustice maybe? My judgements might be my own insecurity. I don’t know. Then again I could be right. My skepticism could be spot on. What I see as a load of crap, could be indeed–crap. But it’s not my business. People apparently love crap. So who am I to try to counter that. Who am I to tell them what to believe. So I have told myself– Don’t sit around grumping in self righteous indignation about whether or not someone deserves their success.

You have your own work to do. I am reminded about my grade two teacher Mrs Clippingdale who never listened to tattle tales. She said if we were busy doing our work we wouldn’t be noticing other people not doing theirs. So thanks Mrs. C. I am taking your advice. I will do my own work. It’s not my job to save the world from naked emperors. Life is too short. So now–Back to work on this play. I am on draft three of that and I have a ways to go. Right now my play sucks so I need to stop avoiding it with indignation and other wastes of time.

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Posted in life lessons etc.

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE ACCEPTED

I am re-posting this entry from a few years ago when I was afraid but ready to go forward inspire of my fear.  I was about to travel to the Gabriola Theatre Festival to perform my solo show and I was struggling with debilitating stage fright and anxiety.

“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur
when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled.
For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort,
that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for
different ways or truer answers.”

M.SCOTT PECK

I need to step out of my rut.
I need to search for different ways
and truer answers. 

I need to be fearless,

 

My old arch enemy- tStage Fright has reared it’s ugly head and is taunting me and leaping out at me when I least expect it. My  mission is to transform my Fear into Courage and vanquish my enemy for another day. I accept the Mission. My method Love. My super power. Gratitude.These are the magical alchemical tools that will turn the base metal of negative emotion into golden light and give me the super power I need. I will fly, soar, and float through the sky powered by the golden light of love even though I am terrified.

Please  forgive this flowery language.

I remind myself how much I really want and need to do my play.

I remind myself how grateful I am to have the opportunity.

I created my script with love and really hard work and commitment

and passion. I remind myself of the diligent writing process-

and my willingness to keep going when it seemed as if

I couldn’t bring all the elements together and I wanted to quit.

I am grateful to the audience who have bought all the tickets.

I am grateful to the festival that invited me to perform.

I am grateful for the opportunities I have to make art and share it.

I am grateful to special friends that generously supported me.

RAHEL B. EMMA H., WEAVER MEL. MARY K. BARBARA P.

I am grateful for my cohorts Loretta and Susinn in Wet Ink Collective.

I am grateful to Connie H. and all the painters and art-makers in my painting tribe.

that have sent me words of encouragement because they know exactly how I feel.

I am grateful to the Divine Creative Source and all the beauty in the

world that has possessed my soul and urged me to try to

express and celebrate it in art.

I am grateful for the healing power of art.

I am grateful for everything good and bad

because even the bad is part of it all.

I am even grateful to my Stage Fright

which I realize has been just trying to protect me.

I can thank her for her love and let her know

I am ok now with out her. I am pretty darn good

at this performing thing. I am I really am.

If she shows up in my dressing room on Saturday night

She better be carrying a bouquet of flowers.

Posted in My writer's manifesto

A message to my fellow writers.

 

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Writers are like stargazers,

searching an imaginary sky

for distant galaxies

of meaning and metaphor–

trusting in the existence of a story-

an act of faith–

knowing that the story is  there.

Somewhere.

Scientists and astronomers have a name for

the invisible material surrounding a galaxy.

They call it dark matter.

As I explore the galaxy of  my imagination

I hope that somewhere,

beyond the dying stars of my early scribbles,

somewhere, n the endless night

of all that is unknown to me

I will find the story that wants to be told.

I do know that the flickering brightness of my ideas,

just like the stars in the night sky, seem much closer than

they  really are and  may take longer than I think to

reach them.

I have come a certain distance with my  writing explorations.

Sometimes I feel as if I have been traveling for a long time,

too long–and I will never arrive at my destination.

 

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