Writing, playing, composing, painting, reading, listening, looking-all require that we submit to being swept away by Eros, to a transformation of self of the kind that happens when we fall in love.

We provide both irritation and inspiration for each other- the grist for each other's pearl making.

The noun of self becomes a verb. This flashpoint of creation in the present moment is where work and play merge.

There are only people doing their imperfect best at doing their imperfect jobs

Improvisation is intuition in action, a way to discover the muse and learn to respond to her call.

Creative living, or the life of a creator, seems like a leap into the unknown only because "normal life" is rigid and traumatized.

If I "try" to play, I fail; if I force the play, I crush it; if I race, I trip. Any time I stiffen or brace myself against some error or problem, the very act of bracing would cause the problem to occur. The only road to strength is vulnerability.