©2016 Carla Porter
When the thunder was loud
And rain poured down
I didn’t care
You were there
Your smile the light
I could see by Continue reading
Next to the window, morning light flows over me as I sit in my green velvet wingback chair. Sipping cautiously on steaming cappuccino that’s warming my hands, I listen to early birdsong while breathing in the view of my backyard.
I’m in a little corner of my office.
But really, this particular corner is not my office. Oh, the rest of everything in the room is –the custom cherry file cabinet, the desk and the tall storage unit with bi-fold doors. But not this little corner.
No, here in this corner I’m not in my office. I’m in my haven, the place where I let my imagination have its way with me. Continue reading
A zing of alarm went up my spine. Pam’s comment on my post about real and proverbial mountains set off the zinging, but her words weren’t the problem. HER words were considered and thoughtful. She wrote:
“Yes, I know what you mean about getting overwhelmed when you see the size of the mountain, but not stopping… I need to remember to laugh a good belly laugh while going up my mountain.”
“But not stopping…” But not stopping??!!??
Did I really write that? What was I thinking? Laughing on my way up a mountain? Was I that reckless? Did I treat the huge mountains of life and art as a lighthearted caper?
I had to see if I wrote something I’d have to take back. Continue reading
I choose big mountains to climb. It’s almost as if I can’t help it; it’s a part of me being me. But I don’t always know in advance how huge the mountain is. Often I’m just scrambling up a path towards something I’m sure is easy and small. Continue reading
DAYBREAK ALWAYS COMES
My attention is on my creative process these days. What does it look like, feel like, act like – for ME. In the past I’ve compared myself to what I thought it was supposed to be like. This comparison (to something that wasn’t even real) left me crushed. Continue reading
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Tagged Artist, Creation, creative process, Creativity, No condemnation, The Artist's Way, The Critic
She’s Lost Her Childlike Heart
I intentionally poked the bear. I wanted to stir it up, get it roaring fiercely at me, threatening to destroy me. My only comfort this time? That I did it on purpose. Continue reading
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Tagged Artist, creative process, Creativity, Dream, Glory, muse, musical theatre, songwriting, soul, The Artist's Way, The Critic
I knew I was beautiful
In my Cuernavaca dress…
I’m in the middle of the beginning, writing a song. The voices have started. Imagined criticisms, known by the serious-minded as critique. Rules I’ve forgotten to follow. Rules I’ve chosen to break, then doubted.
These voices dwell in the all-knowing smart side of my brain. Continue reading
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Tagged creative process, Creativity, left brain, muse, right brain, songwriting