When we collaborate we enter into this experience together, to be open/effective/present/infective. A conversation is not about homogeneity or evenness or sameness. It demands acceptance or else it refuses to flow.
By C.E. Ostra.
This is an excerpt from my book, Atravesar – To Get Across.
Celan Mairs lives a fairly normal life for a ten-year-old girl from Rancho Pescados. Although her mother is ill, she still excels in school and has the rest of her family and friends for comfort. She doesn’t find the mystic lessons of the elders strange — or the fact that all ranchos adults rely on a substance called transferon, which she will also learn to use.
Transferon helps to ward off contamination left over from the destruction of the old world almost two centuries ago. With it, the people of the ranchos are able to live outside in nature, while on the other side of the mountains a technology-based society flourishes inside the city of Albakirk. The two groups lived entirely separate existences for many years, but with the rise of the expro culture the social order is starting...
By Barry John Johnson.
This is the Day (Daily Vows for a Crazy World)
This is the day that I decide that I am all in.
This is the day that I Am.
This is the day that I decide that my needs matter. I state and enforce them.
This is the day that I truly serve others.
This is the day I release all illusions; I release all stories of how things are supposed to be.
This is the day that I make no excuses.
This is the day I won’t fear death or opinion.
This is the day I accept all that is, dark and light.
This is the day that I am at peace.
This is the day I forgive myself.
This is the day I banish all of my doubting
This is the day I trust myself.
This is the day my heart is emboldened.
This is the day that I break from the herd.
This is the day that I speak my truth loudly.
This is the day I let fate hold my hand.
This is the day that I feel most...
We are writers by birth and by destiny and by intention. Not by choice. If we never scratched another word on a coffee shop napkin, this would not change. A writer is not someone who does. A writer is someone who is.
Reading Lorca’s writings, I could feel the asphyxia and drama of women in Spanish society. And there is timelessness evident too; does there exist so much difference between the women at the beginning of the twentieth century and those of my generation? Maybe superficially there have been some advances, but we come from the bellies of unfixed and deep feminine traumas.
...the warrior with her war cry,
who has finally unleashed all the restraints put upon her,
shed her burdens, picked up her glistening blade
and cut deeply into her own chest,
to expose that beautiful beating heart to the air...
Everything I read says 'don't hold back who you are,' 'don't be ashamed of putting yourself out there.' But putting myself 'out there' has cost me friends, lovers, jobs, opportunities... the list goes on and on. And then I hurt, and hurt, and hurt; sometimes the hurting goes on for years.
I knew that the only way to rediscover and re-empower my own life was to go deep within myself. This meant that I needed to find out what I thought about everything. I needed to delve into the hidden parts of my life and uncover whatever it was that had stopped me from basking in the sunlight of a wholehearted life. I needed to stand in the center of what fed and nurtured me.
Slowly, when I am ready, I open my hands and allow you to feel the afternoon breezes whisper secrets into your ears. I am inviting you to fly away, be free, express yourself against the clear and infinite backdrop of the deep blue sky.
"Writing is hard for every last one of us – straight white males included. Coal mining is harder. Do you think miners stand around all day talking about how hard it is to mine for coal? They do not. They simply dig."
Dare to sing, dare to scream, dare to forgive yourself of your mistakes and dare to never apologize for your glories. Dare to deplete yourself and push yourself to the outer limits of your existence – and then dare to exercise true patience and forgiveness, to nurse yourself back to homeostasis, taking notes of what happens along the way.
Talented is really the only word I can come up with for this poet. A relative unknown to the western world in which I reside, this 20th Century Chinese poet is, a contemporary gift to the world. And sharing his work is my gift to you.
The ones with free pass to creativity are those that let themselves do what they really feel. By doing this, they develop honesty of action and therefore allow themselves to be genuinely creative, in the sense that they can literally create as they please.