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Wednesday Jul 23, 2003
Mind the Gap
A while ago I had the pleasure of speaking with Dr. Deepak Chopra on the phone. He was good enough to provide me with a few quotes for an article that has since blossomed into book I’m writing for artists on how to master rejection.
I told Deepak that I was thinking of him while riding the PATH train that runs from Hoboken, New Jersey to midtown Manhattan.
“Why is that?” he asked in his distinct Indian accent.
Sunday Jul 20, 2003
Land of Can Do
Whining has relatives, bored and excuses to name two.
If you are bored, then you are boring.
Excuses. I can’t paint because the light isn’t right; I can’t paint with people watching me; I don’t have a studio; I don’t have a studio that’s big enough; I don’t have the right color oils; I can’t write at night; I can’t compose in the morning; and all the “I can’ts and don’ts” in the universe keep one a prisoner from entering the land called “can do.” Count and keep a log of how many negative thoughts you have in a single day; the number and their cumulative effect will startle you.
For more about excuses (don’t put it off), read No Whining inside the main site gallery.
Sunday Jul 13, 2003
A Date with Nature
Today is my birthday. It’s a pleasant summer evening. The moon is complete and fitting for this moonchild in the promised land.
My Mother and I went to the California Pizza Kitchen for some light fare.
As we spoke, my birth came up. “What time was I born?” I asked.
Tuesday Jul 01, 2003
Babes and Wisdom
I was walking my two Yorkies this evening when I met a neighbor. She has a 7-year old daughter who was home with her grandmother. Grandma had cataract surgery and was recuperating.
“How’s your mother doing?” I asked.
“Oh, there was a bit of bleeding, but she’ll be okay soon,” said the neighbor.
“How’s your daughter doing? Is she helping out?”
She laughed. “Is she ever. My mother told her that she didn’t want her to be her slave all day long.”
My dogs yelped, wanting to continue their promenade.
“I’m not your slave,” she told my mother. “I’m your nurse.”
“Brilliant!” I said.
Sunday Jun 29, 2003
Zendo, Please
Although I’m not a Buddhist, I feel the truth of Buddha.
In the same eclectic way, I find truth, wisdom, and the umbrella of it all—awareness—in all those who came before me that I respect. There is no point in reinventing the wheel.
We experience the world differently. Here are a few ways of seeing reality. Where do you stand?
