Thoughtful Creatives, Resonance, and Hospitality

This past weekend was a game-changer. At the end of a pretty bumpy road just outside of Cle Elum sits a place called Chalet Talley, and there I spent a couple of days in the company of dear friends I'd never met before.    It began with a ninety minute ride from Seattle with a …

A Poem by Milosz

Reading poetry by Czeslaw Milosz this morning, and the concreteness of his writing calls me out of my head into the freshness of the humid morning.   I found this poem at the Nobel Prize site. ------ Encounter We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn. A red wing rose in the darkness. …

A Call for Syllabus Ideas

The title of the university class is this: The Arts and Culture: A Christian Aesthetic.   It’s in January, is one week long, 8-5 for five days straight, beginning Monday, and there’s a two-three hour final on Friday afternoon.   I’ve been teaching this class for ten years, a couple of years on my own, and the …

The Joy is in the Work

I'm making my way through Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi's great book Creativity again, and chapter 5, "The Flow of Creativity", challenges me to examine some deep places in my life of creative work.   Csikszentmihalyi's seminal work on the study of happiness--Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience--proposes that states and experiences of deep joy are very different that …

An Audience’s Misty Eyes

The eyes of an audience mean more to me than their words.   At last night's talkback after Man of La Mancha, there were audience members who were meaningfully lost in the experience of the play, eyes a bit misty.   The "magic" of the play was working on them; you could see it.   Simple delight was …