the food, the animals, the color, the friend

May 17, 2011 Candace Morris 10 Comments

There were some serious eats and drinks.

There was plenty of animalia-phila.

There may have been a few goofy moments

Alas, dear readers, there were small beauties in abundance.

I am deeply refreshed and reminded yet again of the danger in taking your good friendships for granted.  I am especially lucky in this one.

I return from times with Kelly rife with inspiration for artistic living.  I've been ruminating on my plan as a writer and wishing the world would take me seriously as an artist.  The thing is, why would anyone else see me this way if I don't?  Self, it's time to tighten those belts and work at what you love.  More to come on this later.  For now, I wanted to leave you with a few words from Rilke that have rocked both Kelly and I with passion and clarity:

Everything is gestation and then birthing. To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one's own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in understanding as in creating.
     In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn't matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn't force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come.
:: Rilke "Letters to a Young Poet" ::

I wish I could come visit you all.  I'd post an obnoxious amount of pictures, I promise.

Arcata to visit Clarks 05.15.11

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