Note: The best way to find your way

When I first got to New York City — the City — I wanted a job with flexibility. Turns out being literate offered some small rewards, one among them being freelance gigs as a proofreader.

Hard to imagine this would be of much value in this world now, where spell check and the ability to scan a document for iterations are built into the top word processing programs.

To get the freelance gigs one had to join a temp agency. To do that one had to take a test. To get to that point one had to ask around for the best agencies and decide which ones to approach first. To get in the door you had to walk through.

And ask.

Simple enough.

I had to take steps.

And this was for a barely desired job.

It’s the same with any desired thing. I forget this! There are steps in the rough direction of anything I’ve planted in my mind.

It’s so simple, why do I forget it? That the best way to anything is to simply take the first of several hesitant steps in what I think is the right direction.

After that, cues will guide me. The negative ones flash and say Uh, this isn’t working. And the positive Come hither further ones blink a joyful note when a route is promising.

The cues are pretty direct. They lead further or they don’t.

. . . . .

The best way to find your way
is to step, however haltingly,
toward the experience you wish to inhabit.

#NotesForCreators



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Note: Deliverance

— My bright eyes

— My keen mind

— My schedule

— What I thought I could accomplish

— The people I expect to meet

— What exactly I’ll be doing each day

— What I’m eating

— How I’ll feel

— When I’ll stop each day

— When I’ll start each day

— What a cool traveling creative I’ll be each day

I’m on an art trip, in the second week. Last week I left South Florida, today I nearly kissed Canada. Tomorrow I’ll be in Minneapolis. A couple of days later, Nashville.

Man, the visions I had for this trip!

Like every other trip, I’m high on imagined reality before I leave.

On this trip, I was laid low by actual reality before leaving even — had to embark with sore throat, fever and congestion laying siege to my expectations.

Hell, I had to load up with a fever. Sculpture, paintings, boxes.

Kris, who loaded up with me, I’m pretty sure was feeling worse.

Still — even so — by Day 3 I was coming out of it. By Day 4 I felt like Mary Tyler Moore throwing her cap in the air!

(Minneapolis reference for Boomers.)

For Millennials:

I felt like Thor when he was worthy of Mjolnir once more, and his Hammer flew back into his grasp just when he needed it most!

(Thor I reference.)

I was feeling low today — so far from those I love — so far from the ideal trip I’d imagined.

I had to give it up. What I thought was to be . . .

. . . And then really embrace what I’ve actually experienced.

There’s been a lot of cool shit!

With my sister’s family and my niece.

With artists, toe to toe with Creators in their studios.

Moments where I was agog by clouds in the crystalline blue sky.

I’d like to say it took minutes. It took an hour or more. Once I realized I was playing a disenchantment loop in my head, it took me an hour to overwrite it.

More.

(!)

Doesn’t that feel like a long time? It does to me — I should be accomplished at this kind of spirit pivot.

But noooooooo.

Still — you know what?

This happened — this little writing jag here. To you.

Something else is happening too. It’s the anticipation of not knowing what is going to happen next! Something subtle, something rich, something thoughty, something experiential.

Who knows?

I’m here, open to whatever unfolds before me — that’s deliverance from bondage — that’s a kind of magnificence.

. . . . .

What can you let go of today?

#NotesForCreators



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Note: What love and light needs

I don’t even drink lattes.

Not espresso. Not cappuccino. Not macchiato. Not a demitasse of anything made from the coffee bean.

I’m so coffee illiterate I had to look those terms up.

Spell Check caught me. I was calling espresso expresso. Now Spell Check’s ticked off at me again. There’s an angry red line underneath my misspelling, even though I try to tell Spell Check it’s intentional this time.

Spell Check’s not having it.

Love and light — we hear so much about those qualities — I adore that about contemporary spirituality. We all seek to emanate love and light!

People sign off that way. People send love and light your way when trauma befalls you. Or when you’re just feeling blue.

I’ll send love and light if your breakfast muffin crumbles. If you corner too quickly around the house and bump into furniture. I’m lovey and lighty that way.

Love and light needs giggles, teasing, hugs. Occasional inventive foul-mouthery too, probably. Pranks, if they’re not mean-spirited. Jokes, if they’re not malicious.

Love and light needs laughter to complete it. Otherwise things get pompous fast.

. . . . .

Love, light and laughter
(lattes too)

#NotesForCreators



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The Creative Morning Challenge

Burn Baby Burn: Spark The Creative Spirit Within

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