If you want to work on your art, work on your life. –Chekhov
I am reading Autobiography of a Spiritually Incorrect Mystic, about Osho, in tadem with the Artist’s Way.
He isn’t a very good writer, but his message is clear and powerful.
This excerpt describes the way I feel about the ocean. I grew up in Florida, and from my birth until now, I have engaged in a constant love affair with the Atlantic.
Whenever you are in love with flowing things, moving things, you have a different vision of life. Modern man lives with asphalt roads, cement and concrete buildings. These are nouns, remember, these are not verbs. The skyscrapers don’t go on growing; the road remains the same whether it is night or day, whether it is a full-moon night or a night absolutely dark. It doesn’t matter to the asphalt road, it does not matter to the cement and concrete buildings.
Man has created a world of nouns and he has become encaged in his own world. He has forgotten the world of the trees, the world of the rivers, the world of the mountains and the stars. There they don’t know of any nouns, they have not heard about nouns; they know only verbs. Everything is a process. God is not a thing but a process.
What flowing things are you in love with?
