Wild Mind/N. Goldberg as Catalyst.

Po: Accept ourselves. Catalyst? You want to get started? You are part of a tribe. What tribe? The complementary subtribes of either you accept the world as it is or ... you do not accept the world. Want to make change(s)? The first step if you are free of agreeing w/ it, is accept the need for change. You want a revolution? Change makes change. Gotten dur empty file of zeroes and ones? Want dur file of a manuscript started, in the midst, completed, formatted and book cover? Accept where you are and take the next move. Denial never starts anything. Acceptance "ignites" the chemistry. Whatever checkered past one might have, acceptance begins a new life, the life of the manuscript. Caveat innocens; beginning mind? We are free of being our product. Change our work? Change our lives. Want to work on your artform? Work on accepting yourself. So goes the quote. Loosely phrased.

Po: Fresh Writing. How does one reach the brain wave status of fresh writing. It is a practice to clear one's mind by, once a year waking up at midnight and reading Psalms, all 150. This is said to do such things. Clearing one's mind by writing journal pages daily or so, clears the palette. Given two choices take the third. Like haiku; given two lines say, lends itself to that clean writing where the third line comes from say the ethereal. Disassociated except by a thread, take the clear-headed choice, the choice that is a fresh dip of the brush in sumi-e painting, fresh ink, clear, clean thoughts, fresh. In the medium of writing.

Winter's first rain.

Monkey needs a raincoat too.

--a monk.

Po: Keep writing. Got something down yet? I had a non-epiphonical moment as an epiphony amidst silence. I asked myself was I going to write a second, third, ... another manuscript, another book? I thought about that, like a similar moment where I learned a handful of guitar chords and found a song to play. Was I going to learn other songs? Despite resistance, the answer was a ludicrously w/out a doubt yes. I already had a cognitive investment, had time investment, cognitive/mood investment, an investment of feelings. I crossed a few lines. I broke my own mold, before the mold set in. It was an infallible yes; keep writing.

(Later I found other quotes, shared ideas, words, listened, read some more, and it only reinforced my decision. A loud cerebrally auditory "Yes!" drowned out any doubts, self-hatred, toxic critics (real/imagined, conscious/subconscious), overcoming playing w/ toxic playmates that were destructive de-generating, non-generating, consuming, ... . I found supportive energy; people, books, time, thoughts of lucidity and clarity. A resounding "Yes," echoed in the mountains. It was different; deeper, more personal, more from heart than fledgling head to make the decision from that heart, the hand, and a little more seasoned head well-beaten "paint," w/ another perspective, rather than "taking orders.")

If you see the Buddha on the road, know you have.

Accept, generate anew, keep at it. Find your cadence.

Is it like muddy water? Let it stand. It becomes clear. Listen and there is nothing you cannot learn. Catalysts, are w/in and "w/out." They are in many forms, neural connectivity of many paths.

Like painting it comes down to distributions and characters/color.