Can you believe 1995 was almost 20 years ago? I remember two things from this day: because it was dad’s 50th birthday, he got a goldfish in a bowl (which our cat liked to play with, and which died shortly in mysterious circumstances)… and that he received a telegram (!?) from the president, now Nobel Peace Prize winner Martti Ahtisaari, to wish him happy birthday. #tbt
I know what it is to enter heaven and not look back, and I know the arrogance of thinking that people need to be saved.
If I can walk into the light, so can you. You can’t help us with your words: “There it is, over there. Follow me.” No. You do it first, then we’ll follow. This savior thing is lethal.
I don’t ever see myself as a “spiritual teacher.” Of course, you can use me by asking me a question. I answer you, you hear what you think I say, and you set yourself free (or not).
I am your projection.
I am, for you, no more and no less than your story of me.
This is a road I know better than any other road in the world, and it leads to a place that’s as old as I am. It’s a place of instant grounding and peace. I’ve been away for over a year and missed it so much it hurt, much more than I dared to admit. After a few days of receiving everything the place has to give, I feel light, like a new being, connected to my deepest wishes and craziest ideas. So I made a promise to myself to come back more often, and when next year arrives, to return here to work on one of those crazy big ideas.
This, then, was one of my themes for Dune: Don’t give over all of your critical faculties to people in power, no matter how admirable those people may appear to be.
Beneath the hero’s facade you will find a human being who makes human mistakes. Enormous problems arise when human mistakes are made on the grand scale available to a superhero. And sometimes you run into another problem.
It is demonstrable that power structures tend to attract people who want power for the sake of power and that a significant proportion of such people are imbalanced – in a word, insane.
That was the beginning. Heroes are painful, superheroes are a catastrophe. The mistakes of superheroes involve too many of us in disaster.
New favorite temporary office found (at Cafe Kokko)
Sauna & swimming in a very Finnish city setting (at Kulttuurisauna / Culture Sauna)
This. For the next week or so. (at Kos, Grèce)
Misty sunrise sending us off to vacation in Greece (at Helsinki Airport)
If you are a writer, or want to be a writer, this is how you spend your days — listening, observing, storing things away, making your isolation pay off.
You take home all you’ve taken in, all that you’ve overheard, and you turn it into gold. (Or at least you try.)
Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
Slow Saturday: time to read Harry Potter in bed, make paleo pancakes with coconut ice cream and berry puree for late breakfast and watch Orange is the New Black. Then, gradually, get ready for dinner with friends. Life is Good. (at 680M)
Drinking from our garden’s Buddha fountain with Princess
SF Pride! Where’s my nyan cat outfit?!
So many novels and movies about women celebrate only the youth and beauty of our heroines — as if to to suggest that youth is the most valuable time in a woman’s life (perhaps even the ONLY valuable time in a woman’s life) and that we are at our most interesting when we are at our most young and pretty.
With all respect to the flower of youth, I beg to disagree. None of the most interesting women I know are 19 years old. (Though some of the 19 year olds I know are extremely cool and promising, and I predict that some of them will become interesting — VERY interesting — as time goes on…. they aren’t quite there yet. Nor should they be.)
The women whom I most admire in the world are those who have lived long and survived much. They have been through love, amazement, loss, catastrophe, sorrow. Most of all, though, they have been through DISAPPOINTMENT — and they have each individually found a way to live through it. Not only have they lived through disappointment; they came out on the other side much stronger as a result, having earned perspective, endurance, and wisdom through their trials.
Elizabeth Gilbert on writing a main character (for The Signature of All Things) who comes to her own power late in life – and dedicating the book to her grandmother.
Creative people are confident in only one thing: their own doubt. I think there’s a huge lack of self-confidence in a creative person because, by nature, the definition of a creative person is someone who is trying to make something new. They know, if they are professional creatives, that the likelihood of doing that—making something new and significant—is hugely unlikely, so they build within that city of doubt. From doubt, they get to iterate and work extremely hard, hoping to find something new; it’s all about hope. I’ve never met anyone who is good at what they do creatively and is super-confident. Maybe they pretend to be confident in front of their agent or the media, but I’ve never been confident in that way.