I’m going through Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way again – this is definitely the 2nd time with someone else. First was, alone, was way back in the mid 90’s, then a few years later with a friend in recovery. I’m going through it again with the same friend. I may have done some of the exercises that first time because I starting doing morning pages in the mid-90’s as I result of that first reading.
The next time we worked through everything. Now some 20 years later it’s time for this version of me to give it another go. I found it productive then & hope to again. In recovery meeting soften go through the same text, a step at a time, endlessly because repetition is the mother of learning. No one is too well to get better 😉
I still have my paperback of the book but opted to download a Kindle copy for reading in transit. I’ll went to Indigo & bought the workbook – that’s right I went into a book store ! & bought a book ! I did check a couple small indie stores first but they didn’t have the workbook. I discovered that there is now a ‘Creativity’ section full of books to free the mind – a step up from New Age, I suppose.
So far I’ve read through the introductions. Cameron makes no secret of her recovery & the role that it played in her ability to explore creativity. I remember when I got sober I was afraid that without booze to fuel the furnace of art that I’d never play the piano again 🙂 I thought I wrote better after a few drinks – I still have some of notebooks & can read my handwriting for the most part. I was certainly in touch with melodrama & self-pity after a few doubles.
it didn’t last long
the look
beguiling inviting
for a brief moment
passing him on a subway platform
me getting on
him getting off
eyes catch
not long enough to snag
our heads turn
but the doors close
am whisked away
the moment memory
has a hold of me
a face that needed a shave
sloppy quick half smile
eyes I think I remember
moment too short to get color
dark hair dark eye browns
skin coffee
or was that just subway lighting
or memory dimming already
I carried that glance
as long as I could
I didn’t check my phone
didn’t look for other faces
savoured that intimation
or am I reading
something into those eye
maybe he was glad
I was the only body
between him and getting off
a half smile of thanks
to the transit gods
that allowed for his easy exit
but no
he did turn a bit towards me
as the doors closed
he did follow me
as I was ripped out of his arms
did he have arms
I’m pretty sure he did
but all I have is that face
the unshaved line of his jaw
half a smile
short hair
yes I think he had short hair
or was he wearing a tight toque
funny how a glance
can take in so much and so little
would I recognize him
will it be one of those faces
one can’t quite place
like extras in movies
in a subway scene
just out of view
out of focus
filling in a background
so my life
doesn’t feel so empty
March
March 5 – Hot Damn! It’s Queer Slam – Buddies and Bad Times Theatre
April
April 3 – Hot Damn! It’s Queer Slam – Season 6 finales Buddies and Bad Times Theatre
May
Richard III – Stratford Festival
June
June 25-26-27 – Capturing Fire 2020 – Wooly Mammoth Theatre -Washington D.C.
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July
All’s Well That Ends Well – Stratford Festival
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