for me, it comes down to #1, catching a thought, and #2, staying with it. perhaps “the plan” is a lie, another untruth. one which generates the illusion that one can be in control. and perhaps this is the source of many sadnesses.
so i now see the creative process as always radiating outward, as opposed to filling up some predefined vessel with things. i think it is more about sitting in the center of a thought. and really being there. over and over, at each instant. with all your heart. and letting that instant color every movement and so….everything in your range is part of that thought, is related to your current journey and absolutely everything is there for you to use. and this process is a positive gathering of elements filtered through your heart and it is something new because of that and this is a happy feeling. peace.
and you continue on until you #3, finish ( oh, NO, there is no finish….another untruth…) until you are ready to let it go.
let it go, let it go, let it go. ( singing to the tune of “let it snow”….)
Walked about 3 miles in warm, tender autumn air.
There are a lot of trails here, but it is an urban hike.
Constant hum of – traffic? leafblowers? both?
Mansions looming over the trail ominously.
Poor signage, and the map did not match the trail.
Afraid of getting lost close to sunset, I hugged the river and did not get too adventurous.
The trail dumped me out onto a road, an “unapproved entrance” not shown on the map. There is a very cunning old house there that has a name: “Villa Dalia.” How often are they disturbed by hikers coming out of the park?
On my return trip, I took a small side trail “Hill Trail” intersecting with “Laurel.” Then it was back to the River Road. The riverbank area is being restored, bosky and inaccessible. Few people. I want to come back here although I have trouble remembering how to get to Merriebrook, let alone Cognewaugh.
I went into New York, Battery Park City, to a Poet’s House event. Matthea Harvey and Marilyn Nelson. Cozy and enjoyable.
The city stressed me out though. Cold, windy, difficult, ominous. I took photos. I couldn’t acclimate, although I saw lots of interesting things. These are a collection pipes. I felt like a criminal taking pictures of pipes.
3.6 miles – yellow trail?
Ward Pound Ridge Reservation
Michigan Road trailhead
Around freezing, sunny, some wind
Walking with S is very enjoyable. Talking non-stop eliminates all thoughts of weariness or cold. Some rocky passages in the trail. S carries a staff.
Occasionally I pause mentally for noticing. The woods are bright, although the leaves are down, forming a brown carpet.
Afterwards, a trip to Hilltop Hanover farmstand. Passing through Croton Reservoir system, the waters more visible than earlier in the summer. I realize that there seems to be more water because the leaves are down.
sometimes i get the feeling that developing and practicing a craft has far reaching implications in our personal development as well. ..a window of sorts. an edge and a meeting point between the inside and the outside. ….all things being similar, the patience to understand your material, the thought process involved in problem solving… the quiet determination that perfects a thought … the research to connect the dots and make a vision materialize…..
to understand just one thing through and through answers so many other questions for me, and it would culminate in the ability to share that feeling… my never ending quest to answer my main question, is communication really possible?
I am so taken with Jude Hill’s craft that I’ve started reading her whole blog back to 2006.
Side note: Blog software really needs to support rereading a whole blog in chronological order. Using the archives, I can read monthly in chronological order, but within each month, I have to read in reverse chronological order. It causes a whiplash effect as I see results then run into posts on planning, but it’s worth it.
I think my main question is related to hers. I would phrase it “is intimacy really possible?”
I am committed to developing personal symbols. This is a process of attention. First one: the heavy curly bracket.It really has an impact, even if there is nothing inside.