I don’t write and post very much any more. Because I’ve been stuck in my creativity for quite some time. But then there is Jeff Goins. I really can’t explain why his words always manage to find a way in to my inner core, where the creativity dwells and he re-kindles the flame within that is begging for fuel to light up my being as a whole.
So, since my Tribe Writer days I still get news about what’s going on, and now he is in pre-launch mode of his new book Real Artists don’t Starve. And since I believe in doing good to others I believe I want to share this book and this pre-order opportunity in case there is somebody out there who could benefit from his words and ideas.
This is how Jeff Goins’ team introduce the book (and yes, if you happen to be interested and follow the links below to pre-order and receive all the awesome bonuses, I would actually be helped to add a small amount to the Lisa Congdon on-line course I’m dreaming of attending) here is:
Real Artists don’t Starve
is not available in stores yet, but thousands of people have already pre-ordered the book.
And because they acted quickly, they have gotten access to the amazing bonuses that Jeff is offering to everyone who gets the book before the June 6 release date.
A lot has changed during the months I haven’t been writing here.
Interesting changes. Liberating.
I have come to learn how changes may heal, how healing helps us to grow, how growing helps us to live.
I am grateful to life for leading me to where I am supposed to be.
So I have changed theme of the page, again, (I really enjoy doing that). I have a million things and thoughts I want to share here. I have lost my passion for photographing (for now at least) and replaced it with painting and sketching. And I recalled a poem about transformation I wrote some time ago, but I called it Reshapings then:
The coffee is good
strong and hot
I don’t always
and not always
hot any more
I follow along
people I meet
my thoughts of joy
this is the plan
for my stay
all is forgiven
when life passes
I would really love to see us all helping each other to find the best way to live together. Reaching out to see and listen to those who are lonely and don’t find the lights in life. Using our own light, our experiences and our tools to help. Every glimmer of hope counts.
Writing slow. I love to see the words flow smoothly on the paper. The ink coloring the white in fascinating swirls and lines, combined in an eternal diversity. Like the human mind. Writing is for humans. My writing is for me, for spreading the love I feel in my heart out in the reality, out from my system into the bigger sphere, of which I also am a part. As I keep the words inside my own body they can never reach others for help and benefit. As I reach out to comfort others I also reach out to my inner self. To dissolve a mass of emotions being untangled by each word stated on paper through my arm, hand, fingers. I thank life for this enormous possibility.
I can understand fear of words. Words help, to heal each other, but words also hurt. They can hurt so much life feels completely out of reach and as if your heart will never breathe again. (What if only we existed)And wounds raise fear, fear raises anger. Many people live with anger inside every day. That is the sadness of our race. Living with anger against all words is a very sad life. Trying to release anger from our life is a very rewarding strategy. Each one of us can work with helping ourselves, finding a word that spread a sense of love inside instead of fear and anger. One word is all it takes. But it might also take a lot of courage to search for that word. So many words are loaded, they mean good for someone but bad for somebody else. Each one must search for their special words.
When we start finding peace inside ourselves we can also start giving peace through our words to others. That is rewarding to all mankind.
This proverb has followed me for a very long time, the wisdom is without doubt. It is written a very long time ago, translated from Chinese and the author is unknown (to us):
If there is light in the soul,
There will be beauty in the person.
If there is beauty in the person,
There will be harmony in the house.
If there is harmony in the house,
There will be order in the nation.
If there is order in the nation,
There will be peace in the world.
I truly wish you will find beauty in your life today.
How do you start writing again after days of silence?
How do you dare to take the step necessary to once more open your heart and mind and place the words on the screen where they will be seen?
I discourage myself; when a new idea for writing turns up in my mind I silence it. With words like “someone has already said that, and probably in a much better way too.”
“Well, you are right” my discouraged me says. “There is no use trying.” So I go back doing some brain and soul lulling activity that the trueI don’t really want to do.
Last night my true I took my hand and led me to my easel with an empty canvas on. It opened the doors to the color bottles and showed the biggest one, the one with bright yellow in.
I didn’t dare to loose time searching for utensils. I just opened the bottle, turned it upside down and squeezed the paint straight on to my fingers. Thick, creamy layers of beautiful, yellow paint. My soul looked at the paint and breathed with a big sigh of relief.
Insecure, trembling strokes on the canvas with my fingers. The sensation on my fingertips, the texture, the smell of paint and how beautiful it looked! I was not at all insecure. This was what I wanted to do. “Where have you been all this time??” I asked me. I wish I knew.
Can I write about this? Or will it be another unwritten post, not interesting enough to share?
No, this one will be posted. To show the next step on my journey. To encourage others, who like me struggle to come back to life.
I get so overwhelmingly happy whenever someone makes something artistically completely unexpected!
This is one such occasion !
Two guys from Croatia, Luka Sulic and Stjepan Hauser, showing their incredible talent and apparently not afraid of bursting the boundaries of their art.
5 million viewings on YouTube in a week when they published this video , over 7 million today, 10 days after the post !
Did you see how the bow-hair of the bows just flies off ! The instruments are, however, preserved . They have pimped up the music a bit to increase the effect of the video and it makes the result so incredibly good!
They call themselves 2Cellos, take a look at their homepage here, it is full of goodies
Some of their other cool videos are available here, with superstar guitarist Steve Vai , here (their humour!!) and here with one of their several wonderful posts from the live concert in Stjepan’s hometown Pula. They also have a wonderful stage presence . When listening through a few of them I realize how truly amazing they are!
The effect of the old Roman amphitheater ruins in Pula surrounding their live concert gives an impact of the contrasts the music brings; the old and the new, war – peace, classically – modern. Just as the artists themselves personify the contrast of being full of humor and yet entirely seriously present the most beautiful music .
If, by any chance, there is someone who does not know the original AC/DC piece I’m sending it here too.
My very personal point of view, yes I realize I’m sticking my neck out here , is that 2Cellos provides a stronger musical experience.
I really need to be in the forest, often. I find my peace there and I can breathe. It feels like home.
So today’s assignment in a poetry class I’m doing, was to use Figurative Language in some different ways, all in 6-12 lines. I managed to squeeze in all I wanted to say in 12 lines (after editing) and naturally it had to be about the forest:
Liberated moves in a home of the living
where I am enclosed by giant breathing
my steps are muffled by the moss clad floor
and the sky is a ceiling I have no wish to reach for.
I entered a contest with words prompt atAll Poetry, a community with lots of poetry, and this is how it turned out
A secretive depression hiding
in the depths of the obliterate mind,
instead the irresistible elated brings impeccable glamour
to the viewable confidence,
to the outside viewer it seems so amusing
as if easy-going life is the only present
but the seething expressions
will no longer accept
being silenced and shut
with the label of “crazy”
it is poking and pushing and blowing
its parasitical way from the hiding within
to surfacing freedom
and hosted disaster
The words to choose from was:
I really enjoy pushing my limits and try to learn more about poetry!
It already started some months before. Words kept turning up in my head that I didn’t know what to do with.
Not in Swedish my native tongue, but in English.
I tried to ignore them, but after a while realized they were constructed as poems.
The words kept knocking on my mental door until I finally understood only pen and paper could relieve me from these recurrences.
This was my first poem, already edited and done in my mind, without further thinking I could write it all down:
The sound of waters
soothes the soul
no need to seek reasons
just enjoy the flow
Each day of karma
listen to the plan
a new dawn arises
in holiness of land
All together warriors of love
creativity and nourishment
in lighted souls of peace
breathing with awaken glow
To write, to feel the words
the joy that leaps inside
of reverence and bliss
a present mind at peace
I am a very slow understander and didn’t think much more about writing for a long time. Except the fact that I was writing my Journal as a lifeline in the recovering stage I was in. And from time to time added some every-day philosophical ideas I meant could be good to share for aiding others. But I had no idea of how to share. Just a vague idea about maybe writing a book one day.
What made me look up the name Jeff Goins that day? I don’t know.
A note in a writer’s magazine about writing blogs. Did I sense there was a light at the end of the tunnel?
Once again it was the words that illuminated the mind.
The words of Jeff Goins provided relief to what the mind had known but didn’t know how to express.
It scared me at first that most of them were Christian and wrote about their faith. But I soon realised their love for all living included me as well and they accepted me just the way I was. Our struggles and successes in writing was just the same and even if the subjects of our writing were different our work was similar and our lives are forever connected. As it has turned out their loving faith has been a welcome refuge in a sometimes harsh world and their unselfish prayers for others’ benefits surround me with the feeling of how much good there is in us humans and the Universe.
It is impossible for me to find the exact way to express the enormous impact this Tribe Writer course and the fabulous group has made on me and my life from day one and forever. My friends have stood by me in a year full of difficulties in my personal life, which of course also has affected my writing. Their constant support in all matters is invaluable.
The practical matters the course itself provides are so personal rewarding as I appreciate the value it will bring when I’ll go in for it in depth. The lifetime membership is an awesome gift since this year has been hard for me to completely follow my dream in writing. But there will be a new year coming and I will always continue to work with my writing.
I will end with a poem. Since I during this year have realized poetry is as important to me as the air I am breathing.
This was written hundreds of years ago by an incredible creative, productive, talented man. He turned out to be very famous in his own time and for centuries to come. His nameis William Shakespeare.
A friend is one that
knows you as you are,
understands where you have been,
accepts what you have become,
and still, gently allows you
I haven’t always loved art. At least I haven’t until now been aware of loving art.
But I have always loved the comics with Modesty Blaise! And what amazing artists who made her! Peter O’Donell, writer and Jim Holdaway and Enrique Romero the main illustrators. (You may follow the links below to read more about them)
The comic strips about this admirable woman lasted 38 years!
It inspired me to write a post about it last year. Today I recalled it and wanted to repost it just for a heads up for the persistence these artists showed in their work.
I have always loved a good story!
Modesty Blaise has at all times been involved in good stories!
She conquers all her enemies with clever, powerful techniques, physically fit, strong and unafraid.
Gracefully independent. Dependable coworker and friend.
Many reasons for Willie Garvin to call her Princess, ever since they first met and she believed in him.
Would she become a mother it would be with graze and great sense of justice and responsibility.
She always protects and speaks for the vulnerable and those without voice.
The clue to her success? She believes in herself.
I send many thanks to Peter O’Donell(1920-2010) the writer of the comic strip that lasted from 1963-2001 (!) and the artist Jim Holdway (1927-1970)
After Jim Holdaway’s death Enrique Badia Romero(1930- ) carried on. With short interruptions by John Burns, Patrick Wright and Neville Colvin.
They have all put hard work into their art.
Let us all work hard with our art!
A short and snappy post that was. Today I would have added that she has actually made an impact on and in my life. As art does, even if we are not aware of it at the moment, we might realise it 40 years later (or so). During the years I have considered her fairness and independence as great virtues. Her wisdom and bravery. When I became a mother I thought about the orphan Modesty who managed to handle life while growing up, but in a little different way and refreshingly ‘out of the box’. I’ve been helped many times thinking “If Modesty Blaise could make it, so can we”.
So art changes us. Art changes our perspective of life. It lightens up our day, or makes us sad. It may change the way we look at other people we meet or situations we handle. That is illuminating!
Keep your senses wide open for anything to do with art today!
Thats how I figured out how clever the Biblical advice about a Resting Day is.
During long periods of my life I have worked Sundays and that has been mentally tough for me. Walking away from a sleepy family, who are planning for a fresh new Sunday, knowing when you come home in the evening you are too tired to participate in anything. During the day watching family groups being out together and in your heart just wishing for being with the ones you love.
Life is gracious to me in this stage of my life. I am free on Sundays. I wake up and make plans for a whole new, fresh Sunday with my family. That’s how I found out the wisdom in a resting day. It really is ok to say “I am resting today”. It is wise not to arrange for to many things to do.
I am fully aware of the necessity for many to work Sundays. My heart aches for those who must while they wish for being with friends and family. Not everybody thinks it is a problem. For many it is an opportunity to make more money, or for meeting people and being busy, instead of having nothing special to do. In my country you normally get twice the salary on Sundays, that is a great motivation.
But for me there is balance in having: Resting Day – Busy Day
There are many other aspects of life when balance is very helpful. Just being aware of the fact that aiming for balance is good way to get along in life is helpful. Not so many are talking about Yin & Yang nowadays. I don’t know why, the concept couldn’t possibly be out of date. But fashion comes and goes, so does philosophies.
Anyway, today is a great Day and I am happy to enjoy it!
I want to share something really admirable with you all!
The story of a very determined woman, who came up with an idea she couldn’t let go of. Who persisted in trying despite hard experiences. Who filled her life with a purpose , fulfillment and achievement. Truly inspirational!
Watch and enjoy this amazing woman and a great TED talk!
Reward yourself with persistence and purpose! During your attempts you will achieve things !