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)
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
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.
Viva la Frida (at The Mission District)
Wendy Flynn (via kvtes)
Note to self.
How every family dinner begins in 2014 (at 680M)
Stop and get off the tracks to move forward.
When you go out into the woods and you look at trees, you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it. You appreciate it. You see why it is the way it is. You sort of understand that it didn’t get enough light, and so it turned that way. And you don’t get all emotional about it. You just allow it. You appreciate the tree. The minute you get near humans, you lose all that. And you are constantly saying ‘You’re too this, or I’m too this.’ That judging mind comes in. And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.
Ram Dass (via thebigelectron)
Do your soul a favor and read this, the definitive manifesto for handling haters: Anne Lamott on perfectionism, priorities, and how we keep ourselves small with people-pleasing
How to make sure this doesn’t happen: Elizabeth Gilbert’s kitchen timer advice aka the 30 minute technique. It’s the best thing I read and did this week. (I read quite many very, very wonderful things.)
My second book will be finished in two days. Maybe then I’ll be ready to work on that novel, or that memoir… well. To be honest, I’ve written a lot of pages this week that could be the beginning of one or the other. Those stories just beg to come out all of a sudden.
When it rains, it pours, I guess.
Looking at our house from a new angle (at The View)