Intent

One of my favorite quotes is by Martha Graham:

“There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time. This expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it.

It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open.

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”


I've read that you "learn to write by writing...learn to love by loving...learn to cook by cooking..." and that all we can ever do is "start where we are". This is my attempt to start where I am….in order to move towards the nagging visions in my heart and mind. I'm not even sure how to do that with a blog - - but being here beckons me - - so I am going to "keep the channel open, stop questioning and just march on".

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

in need of patience

When I get to Heaven I'm pretty sure the first thing God will say to me is, "Can I have your license and registration please." Then he might want to have a talk with me about how swearing like a demon possessed woman and driving up the butt of the person ahead of me in traffic was not a very spiritual or neighborly thing to do. Maybe he'll remind me that he places things like horribly bad drivers in our lives to teach us patience and tolerance. I'll try to play it off like it was just that one time, but I'm pretty sure this dog will be up in heaven too...and that he will continue to give me deploring looks like he did that day after I slammed on my breaks next to him. Then he will rat me out to God and suggest that for eternity I should have to get around by segway rather than the 1969, cherry red Mustang convertible that I'm hoping is waiting for me.
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