By Elizabeth Cutright © 2012 The Daily Creative Writer Sometimes the past can rear up unexpectedly and slap you in the face (or knock you on your ass). When that happens – when your history arrives unannounced and sets up camp in your present – I find it helpful to remember the words of Garrison […]Read more "Graveyard Digging"
By Elizabeth Cutright © 2012 The Daily Creative Writer Another hectic Monday and I don’t when I’m going to find the time to write (beyond my daily morning pages, of course!). Catching up after a week out of the office means meetings and emails…so many, many emails. Life goes on, and the pace only quickens […]Read more "Tackling Tricky Little Ideas"
My past is full of wisdom gleaned from words written decades – if not centuries – before I was born. It does not diminish their influence.Read more "Bees, Buzzing and the Art of the Mentor"
By Elizabeth Cutright © 2012 The Daily Creative Writer Last week I talk about one of Julia Cameron‘s tools, the Narrative Timeline. The idea is to write about your life in five year intervals. Not only can it give you a sense of the greater patterns in your life – where you’ve been and […]Read more "Fruits of the Narrative Time Line"
Dusty Differences By Elizabeth Cutright The dusty grime of city streets Secret alleyways Twisting lanes and Cobblestones wet with rain. A nostalgia for what never-was The never-meant-to-be. The “yeah whatever.” What do I know… It’s another life Possible and not, Sometimes hard to tell the difference between the differences. (May 24, 2012) All Content […]Read more "Different Differences"
Dreams Deferred By Design A short entry today in light of a Monday that’s been short on accomplishments but long on annoyances. You know those days…you spin your wheels, you grit your teeth and the clock moves at a glacial pace except for when it zips by too fast for you to catch up. You’re […]Read more "Amplifying visions, shaking the tree of dreams…"
The Garden By Elizabeth Cutright I’ve built myself a garden, and on the surface it’s quite beautiful (as you can plainly see) I think the ivy covers the wall quite nicely – don’t you? If you look closer you’ll see the flowers are made of paper (and you thought I had no skill) Nevertheless I […]Read more "Constructed Realities"