Another week of… Letting it be. Letting myself be. Trusting the process by which I work. Trusting that it will all work out in the end…. artistically.
Hullo Sweeties… Sunday Sunday… a glorious Sunday day. Much walking. Much sitting outside. And now… a zip through this week’s play in The Artist’s Way. Week 11, for me, has been all about… re-affirming that it is not only OK to “do what I… Continue Reading “Walking My Way to Water: Week 11 – Autonomy – Do what YOU do”
Wherein Pam ponders the ways that each of us map out our own particular Creative Landscapes…with nods to Pizzolatto (True Detective) and Sorkin (Newsroom).
Wherein Pam encourages you to… Slow down and listen to your body. See what is really happening with your self and… GIVE THINGS THEIR PROPER NAME.
Hullo Groovy Humans! Sunday again and here I be with the skinny on my week’s work with The Artist’s Way. Week 8 is … chock full o’ goodies and I do believe that this one is going have to revisit this one somewhere down… Continue Reading “Walking My Way to Water: Week 8 – Strength – Don’t Let the Bastids Grind You Down!”
I continue my trip through The Artists Way… gnawing on… the connection to the Creator in our work. And finding the balance between the Craft of Writing and the Free Flow of what I tend to call “wild mind”. Featuring the poet Juan Ramón Jiménez…
A stroll through Week 6 of The Artist’s Way…
Tis time again, the Pamster said, to talk of many things…. especially the 3day Novel Contest and a rather NOVEL idea of how to play this year. Wish me well. Wish me wise. Wish me words tumbling tumbling tumbling.
With some wild SHAMANIC drumming thrown in to warm our blood.
Pam lays out her ongoing adventures in The Artist’s Way. Week FIVE is filled with talk of grace and self compassion. Featuring a lovely rendition of “Down to the River to Pray”
After a few weeks MIA…. Pam emerges with a big HULLO and some thoughts on Week Four of the Artist’s Way.
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