“Angels of the Night”
Angels of the Night: Primal Improv, Vox, Shruti, Raw, Passionate. Transitioning from a simple guitar song to something completely different…
Clare
“I am here now”
Learning to use Animation Desk software, and writing a song to go with it:
Healing, Creativity & You – the missing link?
The other day I noticed how tense I was. I wasn’t happy about it – which then made me angry and tense. Then I thought ‘but this isn’t me‘ which of course then made me sad, angry and tense! Not a winning streak, I thought to myself. On reflection, I asked myself when I was last ‘creative’ in the conventional sense of the word i.e. when had I last painted, sung, written, just for the joy of the self expression and freedom (or a sense of) that it elicits? Hmmm. weeks, really. So then the question has to be asked ‘why?’ What is it that stops us in our tracks and removes us from the playing field of creativity? And is the reunion of us with our creativity a good definition of healing?
A Life Worth Living
Hello Fellow Humans,
I’ve been thinking (yes, again!) and I’ve decided that if I think I have a good idea, well… I should share it. How else will I find out if it’s got traction?
It’s to do with our whole complex organization around life and business, business and creativity, business as a spiritual path that is strengthened by social justice (what?) and measured by everybody’s – yes everybody’s – joy. I just said business three times in one sentence. That’s new. And I just completed a semester of teaching Creativity & Innovation for business, so I’m all fired up with the potential for positive change!
Why Death Matters
I was sitting here, on my big green couch, in LA, watching the NBC coverage of the Olympics. It was Saturday night and we seemed to have taken an unexpected turn into the story of World War II – not sure why and, surprisingly, it has prompted this entire blog.
For me, after years of growing up in England, watching BBC documentaries on WWII, something finally sank in that night, when NBC spelled out that the Germans bombed London every single night for 73 consecutive days (the Blitz). Really imagine that! Suddenly it was easy to picture being there, having to run deep underground into the bowels of London’s underground system – the subways – every night to sleep with 1000’s of other strangers-becoming-friends, and being dazed every morning as you’d come back into the light of day from the train tunnels only to see nothing as you remembered it from the day before. Rubble, rising dust clouds, eery quiet, silent bodies, missing buildings, unfamiliar sounds of recovery, loss and surprise. Death had come to visit. And it got me thinking… death matters; but why?
