Not unlike Nick Cave's take on grief, Bressie speaks my language about our relentless hunger for social significance when we could be standing calmly in our own existence. At nearly 74, I am exhausted by the expectations of continual productivity at the expense of centered being.
Go ahead, write, sing, paint, perform, follow your creative heart... but do it to sail out into the universe, not to meet a deadline or garner acclaim. Offer your gift, then go home to your heart.
Go ahead, write, sing, paint, perform, follow your creative heart... but do it to sail out into the universe, not to meet a deadline or garner acclaim. Offer your gift, then go home to your heart.
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