This is not our fate
“So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late”
My Monday Morning a whitecapped wave of perfectionism knocks my mojo off its board temporarily, I’m sure drawn in to distraction I check stocks (the market – down) and ruffle through piles of paper the weekend so blessed this workday response can be little more than avoidance of success copyright 2009, 2010, 2015 by Stan
I consider improvisation to be a highest form of art. Having heard the mantra “just improv” from other artists too many times, I’ve been continually more and more committed to improvised music (and dance and storytelling) over the past decade.
For today, I drew the card for Practice with the great story about the goddess who “knows what is best for you … She knows that to change your life, you just need to change your practice.” I don’t know about you, but I need to be reminded about the stuff I already know.