The best work is not always the most perfect
How to stop that critical voice. creative power.
“Have some compassion,” he said. Me? I thought. Aren’t I the most compassionate person on this planet? I said nothing. I deferred to thought. Slow to anger. What I have lost is compassion. I realised that this means that I am least compassionate to myself. I am angry with myself for finally failing to feedContinue reading “Day 2. Open, your heart”
This plate seems ordinary, Well alright then, extraordinary, There isn’t one like it in the world We painted it ourselves It is green and red, a perfect watermelon, Made with nature’s complimentary colours, An art teacher once showed me a colour wheel and said Orange and blue Yellow and purple, Green and red And nowContinue reading “Ode to a dish”
This is a writing prompt blog, vis-a`-vis Ben Huberman, Ah, three streets? The first is right outside that stately building on Star and Garter Hill. That building with the view that Turner painted, that housed all the war veterans. This war is silent, but more deadly my dear. The second is the street I grewContinue reading “Where Streets Meet – Discover Prompts”