Patience

How many times have you equated patience with power? It doesn’t seem like patience is powerful, or even considered a virtue, in today’s hyperlinked, mobile, always connected culture. But this quote reminds us that patience can be powerful.

"The greatest power is often simple patience." E. Joseph Cossman

I’m the first person to admit that sometimes it is difficult to be patient. It’s hard to be patient when traffic is horrendous. It’s hard to be patient when on hold on the phone. It’s hard to be patient when waiting in line. But it is hardest to be patient with ourselves. We want everything to be done now. We want success, however we define it, in our lives now. We find it unsatisfying to wait, to take a breath, to be patient.

But patience is powerful, if we are intentional about slowing down and taking the time to be patient. How wonderful is it to simply enjoy a conversation over a cup of tea with a friend or loved one without hurry? This is when we truly connect. How joyful is it to write, to bake, to paint, to print without worrying about what anyone else thinks about what we make? This is when we truly create. How peaceful is it to listen to the rain without interruption? This is when we truly have time to imagine.

Patience, like all good parents say, is a virtue. It is also a power that we can all cultivate that helps us in life and in art. I wish you a day of patient work and talk and wonder. May it lead you to new insights and success. 🙂

Saturday Short: The Turtle in the Box

“Excuse me.”

Alan looked up from his computer screen. “How can I help you?”

“I don’t know how to say this…” the woman trailed off.

“Take your time.” Alan smiled in what he hoped was a nonthreatening manner. “Do you need help on a research project?”

photography of a turtle in a boxThe woman laughed and shook her head. “No, there’s a turtle walking by the window over there.” She pointed across the library’s lobby to the back wall of windows.

“A turtle?” Alan frowned. “As in the reptile?”

She nodded her head.

“Right.” Alan looked around the desk and picked up the first box he found, turning down the flaps. They never mentioned turtles in library school.

He followed the woman over to the windows. As she said, there was a small turtle–a tortoise, actually–walking along as if it didn’t have a care in the world. Alan scooped the small tortoise up and placed it in the box. He thought it would hide in its shell, but it seemed to take in the new surrounds with equal ease as shuffling along the windows.

Alan shook his head and went back to the desk. He switched on the P.A. system and asked, “Has anyone lost a turtle? If so, please come to the desk and describe for return.”

What was he going to do with the turtle if no one came to claim it?

Harmony and Creativity

Happy Friday! Another week is coming to a close. It is amazing how quickly the time is flying by this year. Though, in fairness, it feels like that every year.  Today’s inspiration is from Gertrude Stein on the importance of harmony, which seems appropriate at the end of the week.

"Harmony is so essential." Gertrude Stein

Harmony is essential to life and to art, at least it feels that way to me. In writing, tension, conflict, and suspense are all necessary for compelling story. We know this in our fingers when typing and in our brains when editing. But there is also an element of harmony that is necessary. This doesn’t mean we get rid of tension or obstacles, but  if everything in the story is going well, then the writing itself is in harmony. All the parts are working together to create a story that we don’t want to leave. That, to me, is harmony on the page, but we also need harmony in our lives.

As we create  writing, calligraphy, letterpress, doodles, or something else, we have to have some part of our being and life that is in harmony with our art. I don’t buy into the idea that we need to suffer in our lives in order to create. I take solace in positive psychology research (and I love this talk by Shawn Achor on the happiness advantage) that shows our brains are more creative when we are happy. And, happiness is easier to achieve when there is harmony.

I hope you find harmony in your work and have a wonderful weekend full of moments that make you smile. 🙂

Saturday Short: The Day the Garbage Cans Left on Holiday

Josephina smiled when she saw the two suitcases standing beside her neighbor’s garbage cans. It looked like they were a couple ready to go on vacation.

“Did you see tphotograph of two suitcases beside two garbage canshe neighbor’s garbage cans?” Josephina asked Pat. “They look ready to go on a holiday overseas with their fancy new luggage.”

Pat looked out the window and shook her head. “Don’t be silly. They’re obviously throwing out those suitcases.”

“I don’t know. They look awfully nice to me.”

Pat shook her head and didn’t think of the suitcases again.

But when Josephina got home from the market after work her neighbor was standing in his driveway shaking his head. She walked over.

“Mr. Ramos, is something the matter?”

He looked at Josephina with his brow furrowed. “You haven’t happened to see my garbage cans, have you?”

Home is…

What is home to you? Is it a place? A person? Is it somewhere you feel deep in your bones that you belong? For me and for my writing, the where and what of home is very important. Everyone wants a home and a place to belong and, on this gloomy day when I want nothing more than to be curled up at home, this quote sums it up for me.

Home is where they want you to stay longer

Stephen King wrote this in his novel, Revival, and the quote feels like home to me. Having people want you to stay longer is a wonderful thing. To not wear out your welcome, to be somewhere you can belong, to be content with staying, are all wonderful things.

So as you create and live and love I hope you find a place to call home, in art and in life. Adventures and travels are wonderful things, but there is something magical, too, in coming home. 🙂

Saturday Short: Sharks in the Clouds

Alan looked out over the mess of left by the winter storm. Building would have to cease until the ground dried and they could pull the machines out of the cloying mud before it turned to hardenphotograph of clouds seen after a rainstorm, an hour after sunriseed clay.

He raised his eyes to the lingering clouds that covered the horizon, still dark and heavy with un-spilled rain. When Alan saw the white cloud that looked like a shark fin cutting through the sky, his breath caught in his chest. Alan turned his back to the clouds and ran to find his mother. They would listen to her if she spoke of the omen and they had to be warned.

Diversions and Thinking

Spring fever has come early where I live. Flowers are blooming, new leaves are budding on the trees, and the birds are singing. We’ve even broken some records for hottest days in February. With this strange turn in the weather, it can be hard to focus inside on work when the outdoors are so beautiful and lovely.

"The mind ought sometimes to be diverted that it may return the better to thinking" Phaedrus

I love this quote because it reminds me that sometimes the best way forward is to take a break. I’m rather bad at taking breaks when I’m working on a project, whether it is writing or editing a story, researching copy for a new exhibit, or cleaning the house. If there is something that needs doing, then I should be doing it now. Except, sometimes this can cause exhaustion and a too-narrow vision of what it looks like to be productive or successful at the end of the day.

Sometimes, we need (I need) to take a deep breath and walk in the sunshine. We need to listen to the chickadees and juncos chirp and feel the breeze on our faces. We need to be distracted, diverted, so that we can be more creative and wise when we return to our work.

I hope you have something lovely to be a diversion for a while today before you get back to thinking big thoughts, dreaming big dreams, and creating big visions. 🙂

Saturday Short: The Pigeons on the Spear

There were seven pigeons sitting on the statue’s spear on the grey Saturday morning when Sheri took her break.  She always spent her breaks outside, even when when the skies were filled with clouds and mist clung to her coat so that she shivered.

photograph of pigeons sitting on a spear held aloft by a statue of a dude on a horseNo one ever joined her during her breaks and Sheri watched the pigeons with envy as they preened and cooed, comfortable in one another’s company.

“I bet it’s nice to always have a friend with you.”

As she turned to go back inside, Sheri swore one of the pigeons blinked at her. But when she turned around to take another look, they had taken off as one leaving the statue and her behind.

The Long Road to Overnight Success

I was at a writers conference (the lovely San Francisco Writers Conference) this last weekend and learned a lot from the agents, editors, writers, and published authors in attendance. It was amazing to hear about all the different paths people have taken to become writers and to become published authors. So this quote by Eddie Cantor seems especially appropriate after listening to many authors talk about their long journeys to publication.

"It takes twenty years to make an overnight success" by Eddie Cantor

Sometimes in the thick of writing and rejection, when others seem to be having overnight success, it can be hard to remember that success usually comes after a lot of time and effort. It is comforting to know that there is rarely an overnight success and most likely there is a lot of hard work that we never see behind that “overnight” success.

It motivates me to keep writing and creating. These things I can control and the rest I try not to let bog me down. I hope you have a lovely week of creating things that give you joy in the process and that you find success sweet when you get there. 🙂

Saturday Short: The Stone Lion

photograph of a seated, stone lion statue

The little girl came running down the steps of the museum with tears cascading down her cheeks and her hair streaming behind her. She saw the stone lion, perched high above on its weathered stone base and flopped down beside it. Head buried in her hands, she let herself sob. No one came down the stairs after her.

“Why are you crying, little cub?” a voice rumbled above her like stone rubbing against stone.

The little girl rubbed her eyes and stared up at the stone lion. His chin was resting on his paws as he looked down at her. He hadn’t been in that position before, had he?

“Why are you crying?” the lion’s mouth moved and stone dust rained down on her head.

“The other students were picking on me, again….sir.” If a lion, even a stone one, talked to you, it was best to answer the question politely.

A low growl shook the base of the statue and the little girl scooted away until she felt the branches of a bush digging into her back. “Cubs can be cruel, but you must not listen to them.”

“Why not?”

“Because they are stupid, little one, and scared of what you may become.”

“Really?” She rubbed her nose with the sleeve of her jacket and didn’t notice she’d stopped crying.

The lion nodded his head. “Anyone can see you will become a lioness, little one, and that scares some.”

The girl smiled and whispered to herself, “A lioness.”

The lion smiled down at her. “Now go back before they find you missing, little one.”

She scrambled to her feet and brushed the leaves from her pants. “Thank you.” As she turned she heard a rumble like the crunch of gravel. When she spun around, the lion was back to his original position as if he’d never moved. She squared her shoulders and walked back into the museum. The sun came out behind the cloud and if anyone observant had been watching the little girl as she climbed the steps, they might have seen what looked like a shadow of a lioness walking beside her. But, they’d probably convince themselves that their eyes were playing tricks because of the bright sunlight.