Stepping back in here on a more permanent basis

The past few years here has taken a turn I feel is less than…changed in a way I don’t like or can’t appreciate, and don’t exactly know what to do with it because it’s different now…and I’m not at all sure how to fill the bucket or make the wind blow…

There is a Ted talk with Elizabeth Gilbert where she speaks about the creative process and an interview with poet Ruth Stone:

And she said it was like a thunderous train of air. And it would come barreling down at her over the landscape. And she felt it coming, because it would shake the earth under her feet. She knew that she had only one thing to do at that point, and that was to, in her words, “run like hell.” And she would run like hell to the house and she would be getting chased by this poem, and the whole deal was that she had to get to a piece of paper and a pencil fast enough so that when it thundered through her, she could collect it and grab it on the page. So, she’s running to the house and she’s looking for the paper and the poem passes through her, and she grabs a pencil just as it’s going through her, and then she said, it was like she would reach out with her other hand and she would catch it.

So when I heard that I was like — that’s uncanny, that’s exactly what my creative process is like.

It’s like the wind stopped flowing across the prairie and there is nothing to grab on to…




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