The Artist's Way
There's no silver bullet. For one, I taped a sticky note on my wall to reminded me to "Write!"
Justin was in his mid-thirties, a big guy, with red hair and pale skin. I met him in the early nineties attending a twelve-step meeting that was held in the back of a funky coffee shop.
We can't ignore our souls. Our internal intention is with us all the time. It's up to us to recognize it, shake hands with it, and empower it.
While saddened by the death of a major talent such as Philip Seymour Hoffman, a loss that's heartfelt and spread widely across the world, we are once again reminded of how we really are fixated with the lives -- and deaths! -- of celebrities.
The voice that has listened in the womb and practiced every day all day and even while dreaming at night is absolutely original, powerful and, therefore, the stuff of genius. Not until I was 70 could I claim my own voice as my spiritual practice.
Being alive, aware, open and creative doesn't just come to people like a gift from the heavens. It is something they work at.
Support groups for artists differ from "crit" groups in that the individuals are not looking for critiques of their artwork from other members. Support focuses on the emotional aspect of being an artist.
The key to achieving that timeless, focused state is making your writing time sacred. To help you re-immerse yourself in your own writing, here are some of the helpful tips from bestselling authors and top editors.
Hymns, Harrows, Harvests & More: Chatting with John Hiatt, Gillian Welch and Umphrey's McGee's Joel Cummins
John Hiatt's new album Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns kicks off with a pretty universally themed song, "Damn This Town." It's true, no matter what town you grow up in, every kid can't wait to get out of it.