Monthly Archives: January 2012

Helen

Posted on January 30, 2012 by

I spent last night laughing out loud with my sister about the holes in the kitchen wall of the house where they all lived years before I was born. My sisters, early acclimated to tornado weather and our parents’ fights, used … Continue reading →

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Fire-Eating

Posted on January 23, 2012 by

I had another of my interesting dreams. After a busy week of creative nonproductivity, buried under screamingly busy surface issues like traffic and work and grading and laundry that came out of the washer tied in mysteriously intricate knots, I … Continue reading →

Posted in archetype, art, artist, bears, creative process, creativity, dreaming, dreams, fire, fire-eating, hiking, imagery, inspiration, journey, Jung, napping, naps, sleep, symbolism, wandering | 2 Comments

Love & Whiplash

Posted on January 15, 2012 by

In 1934, the great Polish writer, Bruno Schulz—who has become a kind of art totem for me—wrote a letter to Julian Tuwim, a famous poet, thanking the man for promoting Schulz’s book, Cinnamon Shops (The Street of Crocodiles). While affectionately … Continue reading →

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A Party

Posted on January 12, 2012 by

 I have been out of town to attend a party thrown by our friend, a devotee of the Hindu goddess, Lakshmi. The occasion was the welcoming party for his two month old baby, a beautiful, already laughing child named for … Continue reading →

Posted in art, artist, blessing, celebration, ceremony, creativity, dreaming, dreams, joy, Lakshmi, parenting, party, process, religious experience, Sedona, vision | 7 Comments

The Atom of Artsy

Posted on January 4, 2012 by

Yesterday, I took my band of thieves to the park to curl the winter grass between bare toes and chase the hours over the hump of a crowing hill, the high spot of late sunlight where the boat tailed grackles … Continue reading →

Posted in art, Clarice Lispector, creative writing, creativity, motherhood, writing | 3 Comments