Such a dilemma

I love words, I like writing.
Yet I am aware that

The dot contains the line

…and the inspired line is to be found

in the ineffable in-between…

Writing blocks and how to retrieve one´s creativity

It has been years that I have been waiting for this writing block to crumble down through some miracle or itself. I have fairly good ideas but they don’t appear extraordinary. Since some month I got involved with Carl Jung and I decided to cleanse my mind First…

Different inner complexes – seemingly insurmountable obstacles – prevent your creativity to flourish. Let it simply be that way: Start exactly where you are, with exactly what you have.

True creativity is about simplicity. About ridding oneself of all expectation and comparison. A friend of mine said that comparison is the thief of happiness. It´s actually the thief of self-worth…- I´d like to add. It´s about a soothing reassurance that in spite of all existing books, great writers, “knowledge” of any kind, so on and so forth, if we think it over, Nothing has been ever said. Really…Unlike what society wants you to believe, there is no Authority. So dare start from Nothing – as Life is eternally “empty”…Eternally renewing itself…running further in graceful pace…

We are so oriented to deliver, so keen to reach a result, so overly strained, so we end up in self-flagellation.

So the gist is to become so freed from wanting to achieve, and instead replace expectation with the miracle of immediate inspiration. That sort of inspiration may urge one to look and perceive differently…and in this new space one realizes that A WORD said in great love to the moment, may mean something to oneself. A tone…A color…That word/color/tone feel like a rich promise…It grows by itself if it´s entirely received… So even when what comes out are some loose words, you write them down. Let the process unfold…without putting any further pressure on yourself.

No matter what others say, the inherent meaning must be immediately recognizable within you. And in that awareness allow one´s creativity to blossom. This is what I can share with you after years and years of barrenness…

A second of that ineffable perceived Meaning may be more worthwhile than anything else…

Do we win together or fail together?

The underlying idea of keeping this so-called blog started out as an attempt to urge people to cooperate and colaborate…To build up a platform of aliveness where unbiased dialogue would help us open and explore ourselves in a further and different light. To create a more sustainable vision and perception through questioning our very entrenched immemorial conditioning.

It is baffling: considering the visitors, I could easily say that Mirrors of Encounters is a fairly “successful” place.

Truth be said, it feels more like a failure:

The paradox is though that despite the numerous views, I get less and less comments. Maybe my writing and may personal way of approaching “reality” intimidates or discourages people to make a point.

God knows…

Fact of the matter is that without your endorsing viewpoints, the whole idea of continuing writing in this form becomes meaningless and rather futile.

I am rather disinterested in monologues.


Superstition always sells better than Truth…

The Dream is more precise than wakefulness

Some writing comes easy, especially the exposition of the critical – the writing that comes from the head.  But what is the worth?

Most writing now painful and difficult.  Hours spent at the computer staring at the screen without a single keystroke.

You seek to capture a feeling or a thought that is true and important, or you inhabit a world of your imagination, and then you take that precious and evanescent wisp and try to reify it in the form of words.

You stagger through a maze of spaces, lost.

I recall Paul Elouard´s words:

“Write first, think after.”

His point may be worthwhile to consider…

I so recognize what you are “struggling” with. The “precision” we strive after may be so elusive.. So decisively eluding our deliberate pursuit…

That evanescent clarity doesn´t let itself be “captured”.

It is…

The in-between…

The un-wording…

The up-rooting…

One has to constantly begin…
And persistently remind oneself to end.

The ending of no beginning…

Sometimes the Dream is more precise than wakefulness…

Silence makes the story

Many musicians simply get stuck in tones.
They don´t listen.

Writers fall victim to their verbal skill.
They don´t follow.

It is the power of Silence which makes the Music
worthwhile…- the Story alive.

Let´s hear each other.

Let´s follow the Story.

What´s the next step?

I started Mirrors of Encounters three years ago.

I started “blogging” out of inner necessity. Pure and simple, I write because I am simply urged to by an unknown inner authority. THINGS NEED TO BE CALLED BY THEIR REAL NAME.
And this is the main reason why I write: not so much to “make myself a name” but to reach out with things that are – at least in my opinion – fundamentally important. Truth be said,
I put my very best in all my posts, trying to be as coherent and succinct as possible.

Now, 37.000 views later, I am rather confused.

Evidently, people are interested to read my stuff – given the relatively big feed-back.
But what I receive is a whole bunch of “likes” and almost no comments.

The thing is that I kind of feel that I cannot continue with things the way they presently are.

Sincere debate can take things to another level. Although seemingly pertinent, my writing doesn´t seem to motivate and engage people to take a stand and comment.
I have the feeling that the subjects I take up are too taboo. I seem to scare people away.
Do I…?

A single individual cannot bring about a difference. That´s why many times I felt that it is pointless to go on. I will never quit writing, although I feel I many times I write in vain.
It is indeed time and “soul” consuming to write without being “endorsed” in a more “matter-of-fact” manner.

So…what´s the next step? What can I do…? Any constructive feed-back?

Keep the divine dissatisfaction alive

There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it.

It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

Martha Graham

( Courtesy of Monica Cassani)


Reality never lends itself to words

Every single word is a lie.
Including these ones…