“I don’t really know what I’m doing. But I’m going to find out,” popped into my brain today as I was getting out of the car to go on a walk.

Let me get particularly directive here:

Pay attention to what pops into your brain this way.

Because, for example . . . .

I realized this way my/some spirit’s articulation of what I needed to hear RIGHT NOW. As a writer. Artist. Adventurer. Human on this planet.

That this is a creed.

This is the spirit of adventure and creativity. Of following your heart in a critical trust that something (I believe it’s love) is operating through you and around you that’s bigger than your Inner Critic. Bigger than your Doubt. Bigger than your Cynicism. Bigger, in other words, than any and all tyrants who seek to devalue and shut down our generative powers to create visions, moments, places . . . of beauty, of inspiration, of hope, of sanctuary, of peace.

Make stuff. Find out where it’s taking you. Go with it.

From my art journal