Love his work and how he speaks of the process.
Searching for Sea Glass Article from Our State https://www.ourstate.com/searching-for-sea-glass-on-the-outer-banks
Loved this site – reminds me of time at Brush Creek
“How To Be A Poet (To Remind Myself)”
by Wendell Berry
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your work,
doubt their judgment.
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensional life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
From Parker Palmer’s post on OnBeing true words “But it’s not for poets only. It’s really about how to be a human being.” https://onbeing.org/blog/parker-palmer-how-to-be-a-poet/
The way that we move through space is really interesting to me, and I am conscious of the fact that we are moving and dancing, in our way, all day long. It’s funny, because Nietzsche said that a day that doesn’t have a dance in it is a lost day, which you wouldn’t expect from somebody like Nietzsche, who was crazy.
Loved this podcast from OnBeing with Maira Kalman about The Normal Daily Things We Fall in Love With.
“Keep close to nature’s heart … and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.”
Oh, a beautiful video (Denali Art and Inspiration) on the Artists-in-Residence in Denali National Park & Preserve. Loved the quote below:
“It is the attempt to paint that brings the richest reward. Recognition of beauty grows with intimacy. You may pass a certain spot a score of times and see nothing til a day comes when you stand aghast at your former blindness.”
Full article here – http://publications.americanalpineclub.org/articles/12194119600/print