Sunday, May 13, 2007

what a ride If you've hung around reach.dabble.shine for any length of time, you know that I'm big into resistance - at least the soul-whispering, taming and befriending aspects of it that eventually reduce it to a manageable gremlin who simply amuses rather than irritatingly exacerbates. So it was with keen interest that I turned to a recently recommended book about the topic, entitled The War of Art: Break Through the Blocks and Win Your Inner Creative Battles, by Steven Pressfield. Reading it has supplied me with many inspiring quotes, like this one: "Resistance knows that the more psychic energy we expend dredging and re-dredging the tired, boring injustices of our personal lives, the less juice we have to do our work." And this one: "Creative work is not a selfish act or a bid for attention on the part of the actor. It's a gift to the world and every being in it. Don't cheat us of your contribution. Give us what you've got." But the whole war metaphor - it just wasn't resonating with me. When I read passages like, "Resistance's goal is not to wound or disable. Resistance aims to kill...when we fight it, we are in a battle to the death," well, I wasn't having as much fun with this material as I wanted to be. I sat with this discontent, fully realizing a few days later what the issue was when I noticed this quote, the signature in someone's email: "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, martini in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO what a ride!" - Anonymous My Ah-ha! moment In my opinion,...

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