I have (too many) moments in my life when I feel alone, not good enough. I’ll step away from my computer, my office, my doubts – and look for a reason to believe.

I search for it in poetry, and read from A Year With Rumi, by Coleman Barks:

January 6 – Sometimes I Do

In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

You dance inside my chest,

where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do,

and that light becomes this art.

I look for the spark in other people’s work, like seth godin’s Blog:

January 6 – Soles

There’s a sign on most squash courts encouraging players to wear only sneakers with non-marking soles. I’m not sure there’s such a thing. If you’re going to do anything worthy, you’re going to leave a mark.

I hear musical theatre in my head, especially Stephen Sondheim:

Anything you do, let it come from you, then it will be new …

give us more to see …

I cry a little and give thanks for synchronicity.