Muse Letter: March 10, 2022 |
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Hi First name / friend, Apologies for dropping into your inbox twice in one week, but there's been so much on my mindâand I imagine the same for you. This is the Muse Letter I've been meaning to sendâsomething more than just an event updateâbut it's taken some mulling. So, what to do in the face of overwhelming destruction, needless suffering and yet another heartbreaking humanitarian crisis? One with potentially catastrophic consequences for the entire world? All right on the heels of a (receding?) pandemic? Make Art. Not War. In other words, prioritize creative, not destructive, acts. And don't give up hope. Of course, I don't need to tell any of you that. Then again, it's a LOT to take in. A hell of a lot. That's why I was so grateful to read this article, â What to Do When the World is Ending,â sent by an ols friend. It's also the source of the quote at the top of this letter, by political activist and author Suzanna Arundhati Roy. Needless to say, I've been down a rabbit hole, but I'm coming back out again. And I want to inspire you to do the tiniest thing to bring hope, light and love to your world, if not directly to the Ukraine. A drop in the ocean is more than standing frozen â feeling numb with the overwhelm of it all. So keep scrolling for more creative inspiration and opportunities to make art for Ukraine, and for your own peace of mind. All proceeds for my online Muse Dates in March and April will go to support UNHCR - The UN Refugee Agency and International Medical Corps. And if you can't join one of these events, please consider making a donation directly to a charity close to your heart â and making some creative acts of your own. With love and hope, đ |
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I'll be in the Bay Area hosting two workshops with Rock Paper Scissors Collective in March. The first one sold out, so please sign up quick for the March 24 event, if you're in California. |
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Things Don't Happen For a Reason by Maya Luna Things don't happen for a reason Sweet child No Life doesnât need a reason For happening It simply blooms forth With breathtaking chaos Rains down on you With senseless beauty And immeasurable heartache You can make up stories If you like About why things happen The way that they happened You can close one eye and squint To make up patterns You can tell stories of Tragedy Or perfection Curses Or blessings Or you can simply stand naked in The rain You can realize nothing Will ever really make sense Not if youâre really honest Not if youâre truly listening Nothing happens for a reason Yes, this is the truth This is it There is nothing else But your own heart Plunging Into reality Your own heart Drinking down The eruption of stars That is this radical emergence Of soul in body Of breath meeting Sky Maybe There is nothing else to look for Maybe it didnât work out for the best Maybe it isnât an unfortunate mess Maybe no great spirit is helping Anything go your way Maybe Just maybe Life unfolds Relentlessly With no holy plan Maybe It is sacred Just as it is Itâs power and innocence Requires no justification Itâs perfection requires no meaning Maybe nothing Means anything Other than what the Rose Means When it blooms It means Here I am Here I am Here I am Here I am |
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Come write with us in a safe, supportive space as we give voice to all that's swirling inside, and discover some creative gems along the way - FRIDAY, MARCH 11. |
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LOVE AFTER LOVE by Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the otherâs welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life. |
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