Growth would be awesome if it wasn't so damned uncomfortable. And yet, once I get into it, it's like the only thing that really feeds me. Do you get that feeling, ever? Like after spending so long avoiding the work, you finally pick up your tools and just START somewhere. Anywhere. And then your passion sucks you in and next thing you know you're totally engrossed and you've been deep in it for three hours and you forgot to eat?
That's what making art is always like for me. Doesn't matter what the medium. I guess I thought that after twenty years of being a creative worker I would have ... I dunno... gotten the fuck over it.
There's a wonderful teacher whom I adore, named Pema Chodron. She's been a Buddhist nun for years. I've heard her tell a very similar tale - she figured after a bazillion years of meditating, and teaching meditation, and studying meditation that she would eventually be able to meditate without her chattering mind messing with her. Nope. She says it's gotten better, but it never totally goes away. She's just a woman with a very active mind.
But how can this be? She's Pema Chodron, superstar Buddhist kickass ninja nun! And yet she's saying she never perfected the basic practice of calming the mind.
But you know what she did, don'tcha? She put her butt on the mat every day.
Namaste, bitches.
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