"Creativity is a fundamental aspect of being human. It’s our birthright. And it’s for all of us. Creativity doesn’t exclusively relate to making art. We all engage in this act on a daily basis.To create is to bring something into existence that wasn’t there before. It could be a conversation, the solution to a problem, a note to a friend, the rearrangement of furniture in a room, a new route home to avoid a traffic jam. What you make doesn’t have to be witnessed, recorded, sold, or encased in glass for it to be a work of art."
An excerpt from Rick Rubin's book The Creative Act: A Way of Being. It is the most profound text that I have read concerning art, possibly in the way he shows its availability to all.
'to create is to bring something into existence that wasn’t there before.'
how wonderful to conceive even of our lives as vast and imaginative acts of creation-- each day being something new. each day being something that has never happened before.
“…in these places, certain invisible things— like music or love or memory or art—become suddenly visible. barriers between the you and not-you, the real and unreal, the worldly and otherworldly, dissolve. “
“…heaven and earth are only three feet apart…”
“…but in the thin place that distance is even smaller. “
Watching the total solar eclipse in the path of totality. These might be some of the words I’m looking for. Feels as though it might just be a “thin place”.
Hypnotic and enchanting. You captured a feeling I’ve never been able to put words to. So stunning. Carrying these words and this feeling in a satchel with me into the thin, unruly places. Through the portal of poetry. 🤍
I was a bit shaken to a bare soul with the reference to a "thin place". I can only imagine that walking in Muir Woods with my late uncle as rows of Redwoods reign infinite and majestic is such an ecstatic term. Thin places seem to run circular to the wonders of mundane Nature. A writer like sentences as a mode of being as much a a painter adores a filigree of paint shades. Words are what shapes me as a regular philosopher-poet. They have their own identity as well as origins of history. Thanks for this article little voices. I've never visited Ireland but i have explored the hills and valleys of San Francisco.
Well, I suppose the closest thin place is something online. I am dealing with some foot issues which prevent me from hiking or walking along the Hudson River. There is something quite sublime and arresting in listening to BBC 4 LW. It is a news-based feed. It is cathartic to the very soul. Poetry usually is inspired by the music end of things. BBC 6.
"i think i would like to die doing something utterly mundane: sitting on a park bench observing the coming of ducklings in spring, their reticent warble, the measured sway of waterlillies behind them. or listening on as a stranger sings aloud to themselves from a train station platform. or feeling the pleasure of taking off my shoes and rubbing my feet together beneath the table. maybe, just for a moment amidst life’s tiny fragments, i will feel too that i was a fragment, a little slither of humanity who usefully filled a space, however small, for however brief a time."
I like these sentences too. Thank you for everything.
"Creativity is a fundamental aspect of being human. It’s our birthright. And it’s for all of us. Creativity doesn’t exclusively relate to making art. We all engage in this act on a daily basis.To create is to bring something into existence that wasn’t there before. It could be a conversation, the solution to a problem, a note to a friend, the rearrangement of furniture in a room, a new route home to avoid a traffic jam. What you make doesn’t have to be witnessed, recorded, sold, or encased in glass for it to be a work of art."
An excerpt from Rick Rubin's book The Creative Act: A Way of Being. It is the most profound text that I have read concerning art, possibly in the way he shows its availability to all.
Thank you for your writing
'to create is to bring something into existence that wasn’t there before.'
how wonderful to conceive even of our lives as vast and imaginative acts of creation-- each day being something new. each day being something that has never happened before.
thank you <3
Today, April 8, 2024. I had no words to describe.
“…in these places, certain invisible things— like music or love or memory or art—become suddenly visible. barriers between the you and not-you, the real and unreal, the worldly and otherworldly, dissolve. “
“…heaven and earth are only three feet apart…”
“…but in the thin place that distance is even smaller. “
Watching the total solar eclipse in the path of totality. These might be some of the words I’m looking for. Feels as though it might just be a “thin place”.
i feel so blessed to have played in that thin space with you- even for a moment, in remembered words.
magic is everywhere and always available, isn't it?
thank you <3
Lor: YES you put it perfectly! Thank you.
Hypnotic and enchanting. You captured a feeling I’ve never been able to put words to. So stunning. Carrying these words and this feeling in a satchel with me into the thin, unruly places. Through the portal of poetry. 🤍
these are precious words. thank you, little voice <3
ps- when you go to the thin places... go barefoot <3
I am simply celebrating that these words are now in existence.
and me your ears, your aliveness. thank you <3
These letters remind me again and again of how to live well, be kind, look for what is important.
thank you, little voices. me too, as i write them. x
love this, gorgeous as always — I could feel my heart swell and my breath get heavier as I read every word. just beautiful. Thank you 🙏
and now it is my turn for my heart to swell... thank you for being here, little voice. we swell together x
Not a yellow wren, instead my first gold finch. It sat, calmly perched on the feeder, as a flock of greedy
cowbirds pushed and shoved each other, while bullying the rest. Quite a sight.
I'm catching up with your pieces. This is taking a while - each is chocked full of goodness. Beautiful
meaningful writing that I just want to sit with. The "basket" of poems was a perfect way to be welcomed into this space. Thank you.
this reads like a poem.
i hope your yellow wren comes to rest by you again soon. <3
perhaps he is also hunting for the thin places?
The thin places - I am surrounded by them, but description and explanation have alluded me -
until now. As I was reading, recognition dawned. It was "that's exactly it". Thank you.
B e a u t I f u l
thank you, little voice. <3
I was a bit shaken to a bare soul with the reference to a "thin place". I can only imagine that walking in Muir Woods with my late uncle as rows of Redwoods reign infinite and majestic is such an ecstatic term. Thin places seem to run circular to the wonders of mundane Nature. A writer like sentences as a mode of being as much a a painter adores a filigree of paint shades. Words are what shapes me as a regular philosopher-poet. They have their own identity as well as origins of history. Thanks for this article little voices. I've never visited Ireland but i have explored the hills and valleys of San Francisco.
souls are built for shaking.
have you found a thin place since reading this? i would love to know.
love to you <3
Well, I suppose the closest thin place is something online. I am dealing with some foot issues which prevent me from hiking or walking along the Hudson River. There is something quite sublime and arresting in listening to BBC 4 LW. It is a news-based feed. It is cathartic to the very soul. Poetry usually is inspired by the music end of things. BBC 6.
Returning again and again ♥️
how lucky my words are to have you here <3
❤️🩹
thank you, little voice. <3
"i think i would like to die doing something utterly mundane: sitting on a park bench observing the coming of ducklings in spring, their reticent warble, the measured sway of waterlillies behind them. or listening on as a stranger sings aloud to themselves from a train station platform. or feeling the pleasure of taking off my shoes and rubbing my feet together beneath the table. maybe, just for a moment amidst life’s tiny fragments, i will feel too that i was a fragment, a little slither of humanity who usefully filled a space, however small, for however brief a time."
I like these sentences too. Thank you for everything.
and thank you for being here. x
i do like sentences and i like these sentences very much!!
i love this sentence also- thank you, little voice. <3
superb.
do you like sentences?
just superb.🌱
what other choice is there? thank you for these sentences, they made my day <3
As a visual Artist my joy is line and movement. As your words are
and i am sure you are there joy also... thank you, little voice. <3
thank you thank you
thank you for being here always. it's precious to me. <3