Eight days since I started my mission to become and remain more positive and I am still here.
Believe me I have wanted to run..."Oh no I have started another stupid blog that no one will read"...several times and have almost abandoned ship, but I keep on.
At almost anything we wish to accomplish constancy is the most important ingredient. Practicing an instrument, writing a novel, planting a garden, painting a picture, building and keeping relationships. None can be accomplished with grand strokes, but with steady tapping away at the vast marble block of reality.
I woke this morning with a tangled web of images and words running through my brain from FB and the newspaper - what is reality? What is "alternative reality?" All I could think to do was take the newspaper into the studio and shred it up into strips to be rewoven into my own reality. Creative destruction.
With the news pouring in today, like a torrent of unending horror from Washington, it was hard not to become overwhelmed.
But we must remain at the helm with our protection of our civil rights, day by day, letter by letter, phone call by phone call.....
Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Believe me I have wanted to run..."Oh no I have started another stupid blog that no one will read"...several times and have almost abandoned ship, but I keep on.
At almost anything we wish to accomplish constancy is the most important ingredient. Practicing an instrument, writing a novel, planting a garden, painting a picture, building and keeping relationships. None can be accomplished with grand strokes, but with steady tapping away at the vast marble block of reality.
I woke this morning with a tangled web of images and words running through my brain from FB and the newspaper - what is reality? What is "alternative reality?" All I could think to do was take the newspaper into the studio and shred it up into strips to be rewoven into my own reality. Creative destruction.
With the news pouring in today, like a torrent of unending horror from Washington, it was hard not to become overwhelmed.
But we must remain at the helm with our protection of our civil rights, day by day, letter by letter, phone call by phone call.....
Long before morning I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it is always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals come easily.
― Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
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