Thursday, November 5, 2015

We completed class today with a section about creativity.  They gave us four professions and had us discuss why they were creative: chef, surgeon, photographer, and jazz musician.  I must say that any day I get to give my best attempt at explaining improvisation, jazz music and creativity is a good day.

Several minutes ago I decided to look through my journal and other private writings files.  If you've been following this page for a while, you've probably noticed that I've produced much less this year than in the previous two years.  There are many reasons for that.  One of them is that I've been working (with people, mostly on my feet) twice as much this year (and at night, when I usually write).

Even so, even though quality is more important than quantity, I thought I'd been much more creatively productive this year, so I looked through the private writing I've done without posting online, and I've written 331 pages this year, so far.  That's double the amount I'd produced in the same time period last year.

All I'm saying is that just because you haven't read it up here doesn't mean it hasn't been happening somewhere...

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Sharing Warm Days

3 people actually made eye contact with me, smiled, and said "Hello!" as I walked on the streets of Manhattan today

Saturday, October 31, 2015

I love water, but I also love fire

Apparently, today, we're supposed to light fires to keep our spirits going through the winter.  That makes me wish I had a fire place.  Perhaps that's one reason I write: to one day be able to afford a house with a fireplace.  Yes, that would be a fine reward.  If you have a fireplace, I hope you appreciate it.

Meanwhile, I'll appreciate what I've got, and the spirits will be pleased on this All Hallows Eve.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

The most important thing I think I could write about right now is that I was walking on the street and I heard the wind singing softly and sweetly in that indescribable space between the trees that is made of something, which, if I knew what it was, may or may not put my mind at ease… I imagine it would be just another thing, and I wonder if knowing its name or shape or way would be nearly as dazzling as the sound that those green ambassadors of love sometimes bring, that special something...

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Whole Oats With Honey

Friday, October 9, 2015

Pizza With Mushrooms

Thursday, October 1, 2015

I am graced with the ability to help people enjoy life more, opportunities to do so, and the bliss which comes when they help me, as we smile enthusiastically, working with life for more of whatever beautiful treasures are in store for those who love the worlds we willfully explore