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 mind—and I imagine the same for you. This is the Muse Letter I've been meaning to send—something more than just an event update—but it's taken some mulling.
 
So, where to begin? Let's start with the image above, created by American artist and activist Obey Giant (aka Shepherd Fairey). I had the original version, created during the Iraq War, as a postcard on my altar, back when I lived in San Francisco. This street art motto resonates today more than ever, as does the update created for the artist's own Ukraine fundraising campaign. (I can't tell you what I mess I made when trying to use crypto currency to contribute to it - so unless you're savvy with that, don't bother, here's a list of other options for donating, plus my own two picks follow.)  
 
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, “What to Do When the World is Ending,” 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 — 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 — and making some creative acts of your own.
 
With love and hope,  đŸ˜˜
 
     ~ Robbyn Layne
Inspiration for you...

If you're curious to learn more about Eastern Europe through its traditional crafts, check out ThreadWritten, created by Sarah Pedlow. She's on a mission to preserve cultural heritage through research and education in traditional textiles, specifically stitching and embroidery. She's also hosting The Ukrainian Curly Stitch Workshop and Fundraiser for Ukraine on Apr. 16.
 
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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.

 
Things Don't Happen For a Reason by Maya Luna
 
Things don't happen for a reason
Sweet child
No
Life doesn’t 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 you’re really honest
Not if you’re 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 didn’t work out for the best
Maybe it isn’t 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
It’s power and innocence
Requires no justification
It’s 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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Kissing for Peace
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.
(All proceeds from the March Writing Flirt will be donated to UNHCR - The UN Refugee Agency. Proceeds from the April Writing Flirt will be donated to International Medical Corps.)
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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 other’s 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.