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This was the summer I bathed in olive oil and sat on the sidewalks of Jerusalem eating pistachio ice-cream with the old man whose ancient face tried to explain to me that we fought with our hearts and not our heads– therefore we would never win.
Annemarie Jacir, excerpt of ‘Pistachio Ice Cream’ (via kuanios)
I can’t wait for the day a woman’s strength isn’t dictated by how much abuse she can endure
I think there is a certain age, for women, when you become fearless. It may be a different age for every woman, I don’t know. It’s not that you stop fearing things: I’m still afraid of heights, for example. Or rather, of falling — heights aren’t the problem. But you stop fearing life itself. It’s when you become fearless in that way that you decide to live. Perhaps it’s when you come to the realization that the point of life isn’t to be rich, or secure, or even to be loved — to be any of the things that people usually think is the point. The point of life is to live as deeply as possible, to experience fully. And that can be done in so many ways.
Theodora Goss (via awelltraveledwoman)
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The Head And The Heart - 10,000 Weight In Gold
Dear Brave Souls: I have to say this to those of you who are serious about your art. DO IT. Plant your derierre, your feet, whatever body parts needed on whatever supports needed and DO IT. RIGHT NOW. I see across the internet, tons and tons of ongoing dawdling, 'thinking about thinking about it,' as I call it, a tonnage of "oh, I am taking it slow, oh I want to write the great X novel' without writing 'without stopping.' I see pages and pages and pages across the Net, of people talking away what I call 'their jing,' meaning their energy in just blathering. I see enough people for ten nations doing the exacting work of NOTHING, except wool gathering, propping up this and that, and doing precisely zero completion. Or weaving a few rows and stopping, writing a few lines and stopping, sketching out the painting, then stopping, thinking it over for the billionth time. And WHINING. NO WHINING. NONE. NO. STOP WHINING. NOT ALLOWED. NOT HERE. NOT EVER. Whining is not creative. It all sounds the same: not enough. Not enough time, not enough money, not enough support, not enough this, not enough that. AND 'too much/ too many.' Too many responsibilities, too much health issues, too much beaten down, and a GIANTICUS etc., etc. TRUST THIS INSTEAD. WHERE THERE"S A WILL THERE IS A WAY. Do you really want to be 800 years old and finally have "ENOUGH" of whatever you fantasize necessary, but are too feeble to execute by then? Really? Do you really want to WASTE the one thing we cannot make more of: TIME. Do you really want to enjoy the arousal swoon of dreaming out loud instead of the hard work-swoon of DOING. Do you really want to noodle it all out til you lose your intention. You realize right, that what I call creative fire, comes from pressure: fear is pressure. Uncertainty is pressure. Unknowingness is pressure. Wanting to create beauty is pressure. Wanting not to screw it up is pressure. Pressure on the bow string pulled back is what makes the arrow fly to its mark. Unstringing the bow just makes the bow string limp and incapable of being brought taut and thereby makes for a febrile launcher that goes no where. Perfectionistic? NO EXCUSE. That's just more whining. Be perfectionistic and SUFFER to do your work. Agonize all over it if you like, but DO IT. DO YOUR WORK. There is no magic rootie kazootie who is going to come along and magically take the work, 'the butt time' out of the daily work to bring creative work forward. Talking and talking and talking is not creating. It is talking about creating. IF talking was creating, then the Rose Windows at Chartes, the pyramids, the precious painted caves, the Shinto shrines of Japan, the ships of the Norse people, the great wall of China, the terraced farms of the Andes would INSTANTLY disappear. If talking talking carousing carousing, looking for one more g.d. idea or prompt or hallelujah were IT, all the works of the world would instantly be erased. Which brings me to this point my dearlings truly dear, YOU... YOU erase yourself when you talk and talk and talk and do not DO. You disappear your creative life, your talents, your gifts, when you do not aspire to DO IT NOW. just saying and with love, there are many who will fluff you and buff you and stuff you full of talk and talk without the absolute and precise ways of DOING. KNOW the difference. Do not allow yourself to be lured into talky-talk because it is ooooo exciting and new and interesting. DO YOUR WORK. Stand with those who have the creds, those who DO THEIR OWN one-of-a-kind WORK in massive amounts, and daily. You need affirmation, validation? that comes from your very SOUL and those who have the mystical gift to not dawdle about, but rather to read and to free others to their own works. A teacher frees people to be as they are to their fullest and absolute most unique, not a clone of the teacher. So, do not tarry. Understand, the war vets, legless and an arm missing, create. Understand the rose windows of such stained glass were made by not a single, but many generations of the same family of skilled artisans who took decades to complete those magnitudes. Remember, where I grew up, we painted on cardboard corrugated, and on coal stones thrown by the train engines, we wrote on gum wrappers and washed butcher paper, on bark from the paperbark trees, created theatre in the orchard groves in flower. DONT TELL ME you need all this and all that to 'be comfortable' to start your whatever. Hearing that a body needs to 'be comfortable' to be able to create makes my eyes into glowing red coals with red lasers shooting from them. Creative life is not a life of comfort where one is carried about. It is more like being seized by boxer angels who every now and then allow you to pause enough to see what you, and they, have together created of such beauty> If you have more than a hovel with a bellows fire, more than scrap from the road to write on, paint on, wonderful. But we dont 'need' more in order to create. I think of all the old guys on the road where I grew up, painting on old shutters, their what is so often still called, 'primitive' or 'folk' art'. Those old people painted on wheel rims of defunct wagons, barn wood blown down from the slap shingle roofs, on the back of tar paper and beaver board. I am not guessing. I KNOW that creative life is waiting to make you be unerased. That your gifts, whatver they are -- are needed somewhere in this world, that the charisms do not exist in a meaningless vacuum. They are given by and sealed into us by Creator. This is not harsh. This is the most beautiful reality: NO EXCUSES. SUFFER to do your work. Agonize all over it if you like, but DO IT. DO YOUR one of a kind, original and unique, like no one else's WORK. Dont buy the cultural lies, nor those of self-aggrandizers who flatter, blind and bind you instead of setting you free. DO YOUR WORK. Time, understand is on your side. Unless you decide to waste it. In this arena, I am not here to speak in dulcet tones. I see the world, and the needs of the world, down to my bones. I am not here to coddle. I am here to speak Truth to lies. To speak Truth to the well worn and timehonored lies of the overculture and those who promote it. And so... Be well, take good care, and DO YOUR WORK. Dont make me come up there. With fierce love, dr.e
Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes
you must purge yourself before finding faults in others. when you see a mistake in somebody else, try to find if you are making the same mistake. this is the way to take judgment and to turn it into improvement. do not look at others’ bodies with envy or with superiority. all people are born with different constitutions. never compare with others. each one’s capacities are a function of his or her internal strength. know your capacities and continually improve upon them.
― b.k.s. iyengar, light on life [emphasis mine]
from the bottom of one of the stacks of books in my home to the tote that i carry daily. pages flipped and marked for the past week - it’s no surprise that i needed to read and feel these words this morning. shadow sides - slippery.
Self-love is a good thing but self-awareness is more important. You need to once in a while go ‘Uh, I’m kind of an asshole.’
Louis C.K. (via awelltraveledwoman)
Perseverance is placing one foot in front of another, even if it drags.
T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)
Be vulnerable. Let yourself be deeply seen, love with your whole heart, practice gratitude and joy…be able to say ‘I am thankful to feel this vulnerable because it means I am alive’, and believe ‘I am enough.’ You are worthy of love & belonging.
Brene Brown, The Power of Vulnerability
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted a time to kill and a time to heal a time to break down and a time to build up a time to weep, and a time to laugh a time to mourn, and a time to dance a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing a time to seek, and a time to lose a time to keep, and a time to cast away a time to tear, and a time to sew a time to keep silent, and a time to speak a time to love, and a time to hate a time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (via awelltraveledwoman)
Don’t miss out on something that could be great just because it could also be difficult.
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If you want to see the heroic, look at those who can love in return for hatred. If you want to see the brave, look for those who can forgive.
Bhagavad Gita
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