Happy New Year…to Art

Post Date: January 1st, 2019


Happy New Year to the art of letting go. Outcomes, be damned. Full steam ahead with the writing. Big Magic the heck outta your life.



Happy New Year to the art of seeing abundance. While it’s hard to shake off our training to find the flaws and pick the nits, it’s time to see the stars in what can seem some days like vast emptiness.

Happy New Year to the art of choosing friends wisely. Sure, there are very few villains in this life; perhaps like me you can count the number you’ve actually met on half a hand. But the art of living teaches you that there are some folks, who from too much self-love or too little, are here to suck you dry. And you can’t make a life around people like that.

Save the drama for the page.

Happy New Year to the art of breathing through difficulty—if not suffering. As Krishnamurti reportedly once said, “I don’t mind what happens.” Here’s to the art of being easily delighted instead of easily offended, easily impatient, and easily frustrated every day.



I embrace the art of enthusiasm,

the art of enjoyment,

the art of acceptance.

Thank you, Eckhart Tolle, for this message.



Happy New Year to the art of love. Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do. They = all of us.

“…But most of all…I wish you love…” I’m in a Whitney and Dolly kind of mood. Maybe it’s all the ‘80s reminiscing I’ve been doing lately.

Isn’t it a great act of love to convert all the horrors of life into art, into story, into song?

That’s what Greg and I will keep doing in 2019. We will keep seeking, dumpster diving, pearl diving, ruminating, keeping the questions alive and the answers gray and luminescent, ever changing like the inside of an abalone shell. Even if down on the ocean floor we’re seeing a ton of plastic and garbage, or even signs of the coming apocalypse.



My New Year’s wish for all of us is to find the courage for the daily, difficult acts of love.

How do you practice love through your art?


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