The Artist’s Way

I love libraries. While at my library a couple of weeks ago, I spotted a copy of THE ARTIST’S WAY by Julia Cameron, for sale among the other books in the lobby, and I grabbed it. I paid my dollar (okay, three dollars because I bought two other books, too) even though I already had a copy at home, a copy which I’d worked through about 13 years ago, a copy which was hugely responsible for all the writing I was able to do while teaching and raising three daughters. I didn’t understand why I needed another copy (it wasn’t all marked up, the cover wasn’t tattered, but–really–why did that matter?), but I felt as though I did.

Then, meeting my friend Shawna for a cup of coffee, I listened to her say, “Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this again?” and I thought, “You should work through The Artist’s Way.” Before I could stop myself, I had volunteered to work through it with her. I rifled through the trunk of my car, found the library-sale copy, and handed it to her. She was initially reluctant, looking a bit like the proverbial deer in the headlights (“You want me to do what?), but after a couple of days (I presume she read the introductions), she texted me and said “Let’s do this.” I had lunch with my friend Carol on Tuesday last week and the same thing happened. It was beginning to look a lot like fate.

The Artist’s Way is, to my mind, the UR-book about using journaling to break through creative blocks. Although Julia Cameron wasn’t the first writer to artistsway1suggest journaling as a spiritual path (see Natalie Goldberg, Dorothea Brande, Brenda Ueland, Peter Elbow or any number of others to find advocates for daily writing–try googling that term), the way Cameron describes the process of “morning pages” in this short video, might convince you of how useful they can become. At the same site, you can sign up for the entire 12-week course. Or you can just find a copy of the book, and do the work.

You could, if you wanted, do the work now, with me. The timing is terrible, I know, I know. And in a way it isn’t fair of me to expect anyone to join me (after all, I already write in a journal and do a massive amount of reading every day, so it isn’t as though it is going to disrupt that schedule, just take it over for a while). But the first time I did this my youngest daughter was a toddler and my twins were in second or third grade; I was teaching full-time plus moonlighting a class two or three times a year (The Artist’s Way gave me permission to stop that nonsense). If you want to do it, you can. I’m thinking of it as a Christmas gift–and commitment–to myself.

A second tool is “the artist’s date.” More about that, later.

So, if you think you would like to join me, send me your email address (mine is bethany.alchemy@gmail.com) and I’ll add you to our small group. Oh, and get a copy of the book and start reading. The first chapter is “Recovering a Sense of Safety.”

And start writing. (Loose leaf paper is fine, or a notebook. Rereading is not allowed, at least at first).

Write three pages or about 750 words. In the morning. Consider it to be like taking a dustbuster to your brain. (Watch the video!)

What I’m Thankful For

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Since leaving my job–and a reliable income–behind me last June, I have been trying mightily to avoid buying more books.

Okay, “mightily” is perhaps the wrong word. I still download books to my Nook, and I still buy a used book here and there…and I impulse-buy a book now and then. Of course poetry books (especially when signed by the poet) don’t count.

So I’ve been accumulating plenty of books, even though I have boxes and boxes full of books from my old office that I’m haven’t yet figured out what to do with.

One of my impulse buys is Will Schwalbe’s The End of Your Life Bookclub. (Click on the link to find a video introduction to the book.) I love this book. I love Will Schwalbe and I love his mother, Mary Ann Schwalbe. My husband and I began reading it aloud on the ferry (traveling to see my mother) back in September. After the first couple of chapters, he (my darling husband) took it over, and then it was misplaced for awhile. I bought a second copy (at a library book sale–not expensive!), and I misplaced that. Then, last week, the original copy emerged and I started carrying it around with me, reading a page here and there. This morning, after making the dressing for our turkey dinner, I retreated to the bedroom and read 50 pages. Usually Will and Mary Ann read novels, but today I found them reading books on mindfulness. Here’s a passage that begins with a reflection on thank you notes, and concludes with a description of Naikan, a philosophy developed by Ishin Yoshimoto (from a book by David K. Reynolds). I thought it was perfectly appropriate for the holiday.

“What I suddenly understood was that a thank-you note isn’t the price you pay for receiving a gift, as so many children think it is, a kind of minimum tribute or toll, but an opportunity to count your blessings. And gratitude isn’t what you give in exchange for something; it’s what you feel when you are blessed–blessed to have family and friends who care about you….

“If you are sitting in a chair, you need to realize that someone made that chair, and someone sold it, and someone delivered it–and you are the beneficiary of all that. Just because they didn’t do it especially for you doesn’t mean you aren’t blessed to be using it and enjoying it. The idea is that if you practice [gratitude], life becomes a series of small miracles, and you may start to notice everything that goes right in a typical life and not the few things that go wrong.” (211-212)

Today I am grateful for the joy of having all of my daughters home for Thanksgiving dinner, plus a couple of their friends. I’m thankful for my husband who is a very good cook. And I’m thankful for books and the people who write them and the people who make them and the people who read them.

Tuesday Complaints

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Here’s a poem by my friend Kathryn Johnson. It first appeared in the 2014 Crosscurrents, which is published annually by the Washington Community College Humanities Association (WCCHA).

Tuesday Complaints

“This is a first world problem.” -Reader quote from Real Simple

No shoes
To match this skirt,
Half a day spent
Packing away summer shorts and ironing winter wool blazers,
A grocery cart with just a few items
Drifting downhill, making me run after it,
Molding applesauce
Exhumed from the back of our too-small fridge,
Thick dust
On the ceiling fan, requiring I haul in a ladder,
No antenna
Tuning professional football into our out-of-range TV,
Crows excreting blackberries on my clean, white car,
Too-weak coffee,
Too-stale bread,
Too-ripe bananas,
Leftover chicken for dinner, again.

A young friend’s three-pound baby sleeping in an incubator,
An older friend sleeping on the floor beside her cancer-weak sister,
One day’s worth of problems here in the first world
Where I count
Too much to eat,
Too many clothes,
Too full a life
My blessings.

Louise Glück Wins National Book Award for Poetry

Poet Louise Glück

Click on this link for the Poetry Foundation review of her Poems: 1962-2012, a book I happen to have in my collection (thank you, Priscilla).