We don't find [our way] in a blinding flash of insight ... it takes a while to move from old to new ... each new experience is part answer part question ... [avoid] shortcuts ... accept the crooked path ... live the contradictions.How am I only just reading this, it was written in 2003?! Reading, reading all the time - becoming book-drunken, to borrow from Susan Sontag - was the norm for me, and then life got in the way and it wasn't. I'd read and read and read, and then I'd write, and then I'd read some more because reading is what makes a writer. And I miss it, the book-drunkeness. So, in the spirit of living those contradictions, I'm reneging on my 'no goals in 2016' anti-goal and I'm planning to get tipsy on words every day. And now I've written that I don't feel lost or out of kilter at all. Have you embraced any contradictions lately? Have you read any good books? * Specifically career change, but I've found it invaluable while considering more general changes.
Don't forget to visit the other Colour Collaborative blogs for more of this month's posts, just click on the links below ... CJ at Above the River Sarah at Mitenska Gillian at Tales from a Happy House Jennifer at Thistlebear What is The Colour Collaborative?All creative bloggers make stuff, gather stuff, shape stuff, and share stuff. Mostly they work on their own, but what happens when a group of them work together? Is a creative collaboration greater than the sum of its parts? We think so and we hope you will too. We'll each be offering our own monthly take on a colour related theme, and hoping that in combination our ideas will encourage us, and perhaps you, to think about colour in new ways.
You have to carry the fire. I don't know how to. Yes, you do. Is it real? The fire? Yes it is. Where is it? I don't know where it is. Yes you do. It's inside you. It always was there. I can see it.Cormac McCarthy, The Road
A family's hearth fire was never allowed to go out. When children left to marry and raise families of their own, they took fire from their parents' hearth with them. It was both heirloom and talisman, nurtured and protected because each generation recognized it for what it was, living memory.Ron Rash, author (slightly paraphrased)
We’re all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on.Charles de Lint, author