29/07/2026
Thoughts and Musings
"Primary among the things the hill in the sun that day reminded me of is that in order to return to a creative space, I need to bow and touch the hem of emptiness. That, if one is willing, there is no such thing as boredom, only noticing. That there is no need to fill consciousness at all moments with the artificial urgencies of screens, of emails, of texts, of social media; the real urgencies of the bright-eyed woodpecker above my head will always be vastly more interesting. That we can only learn by being unable, but trying anyway. That concession in advance, knowing that one will fail and therefore not even trying is the only kind of failure that is unforgivable, because it is a failure of the moral core, of the courage and the soul. That gauging one’s goodness or worth by the rubric of productivity is a capitalist lie. That it is the process that we must celebrate, not the product. That, like the field, humans require periods of rest, of fallowness, because the fallow gives rise to the fertile. That before one can sing, one needs to understand the power of silence."
Lauren Groff
pic: Sally Riddell
