<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2016 06:14:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>search for meaning</category><category>Poetry</category><category>balance</category><category>change</category><category>hawks</category><category>inner beauty</category><category>reflection</category><category>seasons</category><category>taoism</category><title>The Heron Dance Creativity Blog</title><description>Creativity as a Way of Life: A Nature Artist’s Journal.</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rod MacIver)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-5961604408588208053</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-30T17:13:35.487-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TPV2-1fAVgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vriEkBXjoos/s1600/3035_PolarBearStroll.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TPV2-1fAVgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vriEkBXjoos/s400/3035_PolarBearStroll.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545469338057725442&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I remembered a story of how Bach was approached by a young admirer one day and asked, &quot;But Papa Bach, how do you manage to think of all these new tunes?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &quot;My dear fellow,&quot; Bach is said to have answered, &quot;I have no need to think of them. I have the greatest difficulty not to step on them when I get out of bed in the morning and start moving around my room.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Laurens Van der Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;hhttp://herondance.imagekind.com/store/imagedetail.aspx?IMID=b2b0d46b-1f06-4fbb-baf5-de4e6373fd04&amp;q=polar%20bear&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the Heron Dance print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt; (This image is available as a Heron Dance holiday card!)</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-remembered-story-of-how-bach-was.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TPV2-1fAVgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vriEkBXjoos/s72-c/3035_PolarBearStroll.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-1618254023431595298</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 22:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-23T17:03:10.387-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TOw6DEPwY5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YG8IQEAz3eA/s1600/5806H_ThreeRavens.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TOw6DEPwY5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YG8IQEAz3eA/s400/5806H_ThreeRavens.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542869065740084114&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theoretician believes in logic and believes that he despises dreams, intuition, and poetry. He does not recognize that these three fairies have only disguised themselves in order to dazzle him.... He does not know that he owes his greatest discoveries to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wartime Writings 1939-1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://herondance.imagekind.com/store/imagedetail.aspx?IMID=aa90d3c0-01b0-4575-81fa-8959ce10aa4a&amp;q=three&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the Heron Dance print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/theoretician-believes-in-logic-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TOw6DEPwY5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/YG8IQEAz3eA/s72-c/5806H_ThreeRavens.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-4548435263120942711</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2010 20:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-19T15:29:54.360-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ansel Adams</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TObeHKO0HpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RU41xzP6tE0/s1600/5702_GreenMorning.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TObeHKO0HpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RU41xzP6tE0/s400/5702_GreenMorning.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541360606112915090&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always violently in love with something--an idea, a person, a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Ansel Adams in a letter to Nancy Newhall. July 15, 1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://herondance.imagekind.com/store/imagedetail.aspx/6e319208-f652-49c6-80ed-eb6ef9fec394/Green_Morning&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the Heron Dance print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/ansel-adams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TObeHKO0HpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RU41xzP6tE0/s72-c/5702_GreenMorning.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-4602925187780770590</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-15T12:42:21.075-05:00</atom:updated><title>Impossible</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TOFw7E3f7XI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Xvpa_j5Gsrc/s1600/4701A_HeronCommunion.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TOFw7E3f7XI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Xvpa_j5Gsrc/s400/4701A_HeronCommunion.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539833176863534450&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is probably wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    - Arthur C. Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://herondance.imagekind.com/store/imagedetail.aspx?IMID=2e2f9c36-8816-48aa-82f0-d6c6e7aa30d0&amp;q=heron%20communion&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the Heron Dance print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/impossible.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TOFw7E3f7XI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Xvpa_j5Gsrc/s72-c/4701A_HeronCommunion.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-2373523898346845528</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-02T11:37:55.776-04:00</atom:updated><title>Simplicity Is Profound</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TNAwM7hvgNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JfMqqBj-5h0/s1600/5409A_OneEnchantedEvening.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TNAwM7hvgNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JfMqqBj-5h0/s400/5409A_OneEnchantedEvening.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534976940734120146&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more experience a person has, the more simplicity is profound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;    - Keith Jarrett&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;(The next Heron Dance book, and the next issue of Heron Dance (Issue 59), gets its title from this quote: Simplicity is Profound: Meditations on Creativity Daybook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://herondance.imagekind.com/store/imagedetail.aspx?IMID=5c2b5470-1daf-45eb-a939-66c353bde9ca&amp;q=one%20enchanted&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the Heron Dance print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/simplicity-is-profound.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TNAwM7hvgNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JfMqqBj-5h0/s72-c/5409A_OneEnchantedEvening.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-8371346942905320269</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-28T15:04:49.423-04:00</atom:updated><title>What Really Counts</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TMnIrxyYVaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wE4hr-bYbps/s1600/4303A_PancakeBay.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TMnIrxyYVaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wE4hr-bYbps/s400/4303A_PancakeBay.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533174271625942434&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;What really counts is to strip the soul naked. Painting or poetry is made as we make love; a total embrace, prudence thrown to the wind, nothing held back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;- Joan Miro&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://herondance.imagekind.com/store/imagedetail.aspx?IMID=3c725073-9d4d-40c7-ac46-5a003962d118&amp;amp;q=pancake%20bay&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-really-counts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TMnIrxyYVaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/wE4hr-bYbps/s72-c/4303A_PancakeBay.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-981582650517417672</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-04T17:04:05.486-04:00</atom:updated><title>I Would Say to Any Artist</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TKpBOTWTPsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SlHqajMSEUc/s1600/LoonMorningBlog.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TKpBOTWTPsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SlHqajMSEUc/s400/LoonMorningBlog.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524299606891118274&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--   @page { margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I would say to any artist,--don&#39;t be repressed in your work--dare to experiment--consider any urge--if in a new direction all the better--as a gift from the Gods not to be lightly denied by convention or a prior concepts. Our time is becoming more and more bound by logic, absolute rationalism: this is a straight jacket!--it is the boredom and narrowness which rises directly from mediocre mass thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Edward Weston in a Letter to   Ansel Adams, January 28, 1932&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://herondance.imagekind.com/store/imagedetail.aspx?IMID=deb03aea-44e0-4ede-88f7-f4f6a86bd3c6&amp;amp;q=loon%20morning&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-would-say-to-any-artist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TKpBOTWTPsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SlHqajMSEUc/s72-c/LoonMorningBlog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-2293220259884602937</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2010 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-14T15:39:16.800-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TI_PWkE4qvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ozR8-2tJnGw/s1600/ArcticTern_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TI_PWkE4qvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ozR8-2tJnGw/s400/ArcticTern_facebook.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516856055100386034&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion.  Then I go out and paint the stars.  &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;~ Vincent Van Gogh&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://herondance.imagekind.com/store/imagedetail.aspx?IMID=6676e58b-83a6-484b-9b10-be0cae2f7aca&amp;amp;q=arctic&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-i-have-terrible-need-of-shall-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TI_PWkE4qvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ozR8-2tJnGw/s72-c/ArcticTern_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-8274806233527701318</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-19T09:11:56.227-04:00</atom:updated><title>Watching - A Pause For Beauty 356</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Watching-LE-Print-P638C0_productprint.aspx&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TG0tX0CTtOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sOdRytpk608/s400/MLE4107A_800.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507107806472549602&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Heron Dancers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These trees, these woods, bring out the quietness in me. Sometimes, in the late afternoon, around 4 o&#39;clock, the light turns so soft that the phrase &quot;an incredible lightness of being&quot; often comes to mind. That&#39;s the name of a film I saw once, a film that has nothing to do with these woods, or any woods really, but it somehow fits. Trees take on a kind of flickering magic as the sunlight reflects off leaves, pine needles and the forest floor. Shades of green shimmer and tremble. When the wind hits the meadow waves form, waves of shadow and light. It seems a single life form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been walking the woods a lot lately, and down through the meadow, and up the hill on the other side thinking about things. The other day, an owl, a barred owl I think, lifted off the forest floor and flew up into the canopy. White-throated sparrows sing a lot in those woods, their song a beautiful, clear penetrating melody &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/White-throated_Sparrow/sounds.&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;(click here to listen).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched an excellent documentary on the life of poetCharles Bukowski &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;(Bukowski: Born Into This)&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, Bukowski was an alcoholic and suffered from mental illness, but he also wrote and submitted thousands of poems, stories and essays to hundreds of publications. His work had a kind of penetrating simplicity. In the film, Bono, Tom Waits and Sean Penn read his poetry and talk about the impact his work had on their lives. Bukowski worked at night at the post office. It was a mindless job—one that allowed him to pour his heart and soul into his writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As I grow older, more and more of the economic and political details keep pushing in, and I wonder what became of that early inner quietness that allowed me to move out of my own center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Open Life: Joseph Campbell in Conversation with Michael Toms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campbell&#39;s right: the creeping, sneaky details subvert your relationship with your inner world, with your creative work. For instance, business management details. An artist needs to think all this through so that the structure of his or her life and work supports the creation of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In my twenties, I lived with artists, many of them women. I noticed that when they approached the age of thirty, the marriage problem came up with each one. &quot;I have to get married now and have a child.&quot; When the female within calls the sculptor who has found her instruments of power, the mallet and chisel, her art falls apart because she can&#39;t carry a serious art career unless she is at it, and nothing else, all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you seek art as a man whose hair is on fire seeks a pond, don&#39;t pursue it.&lt;br /&gt;- Joseph Campbell from &lt;em&gt;A Joseph Campbell Companion edited by Diane Osbon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problems are not marriage or baby-related (whoa...that&#39;s a scary thought!) but management. People management is an art just like painting or sculpture. I&#39;ve been trying for years and if anything, as I&#39;ve gotten deeper and deeper into art, my people skills have deteriorated rather than improved. I&#39;m throwing in the towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heron Dance is about to get simpler. Within a week or so, Amazon will take over the sale and shipping of all our books and notecards (Heron Dance will link directly to the Amazon website, and checkout will be through their shopping cart), and our prints will be offered only through Imagekind. Heron Dance will launch a new website to facilitate all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&#39;m spending a lot more time at my studio in the woods, walking in the soft light of late afternoon, listening to white-throated sparrows and painting from the flow that goes on there, where I find a sense of peace. That&#39;s got to be good for my art. And my writing; Heron Dance should be able to better maintain its publishing schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As long as creative people feel in harmony with their work and are progressing they are happy and fulfilled. When therelationship breaks down, their interior life also breaks down.&lt;br /&gt;- Ira Progoff from &lt;em&gt;At a Journal Workshop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who stick with this work, who have supported it through all of the ups and downs over the last fifteen plus years. I am grateful to be able to do this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of the Great Dance of Life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roderick W. MacIver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start receiving A Pause for Beauty by email, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Our-FREE-Weekly-E-Newsletter-W332C65_webpage.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;visit here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To subscribe to The Heron Dance Nature Art Journal which is available in return for a discretionary donation, please &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Subscribe-P1307C21_donation.aspx&quot;&gt;visit here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days, Rod posts a creativity quote on Facebook and on his Blog. If you&#39;d like to have these emailed to you each day,&lt;a href=&quot;http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; you can add your name here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/watching-pause-for-beauty-356.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TG0tX0CTtOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/sOdRytpk608/s72-c/MLE4107A_800.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-1424866969515113692</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-18T16:43:57.039-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGxGA12Z0BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3_ZgBgFqCS8/s1600/MLE3502_800.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGxGA12Z0BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3_ZgBgFqCS8/s400/MLE3502_800.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506853424636481554&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some readers may find this next excerpt a little harsh—it appears influenced by the tough (or worse) love school of music instruction—but I found the passage &quot;and the reason for that is that they simply haven&#39;t suffered enough to be worth listening to&quot; thought-provoking. And yes, I do believe that how much someone has lived profoundly affects their art. I also the passage on breath and spirit interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Let me tell you about the saxophone,&quot; says the saxophone teacher. There is an alto saxophone on a stand next to the piano. She holds it up like a torch. &quot;The saxophone is a wind instrument, which means it is fueled by your breath. I think it&#39;s interesting that the word for &#39;breath&#39; in Latin is where we get our word &#39;spirit.&#39; People once had the idea that your breath and your soul were the same thing, that to be alive means, merely, to be filled with breath. When you breathe into this instrument, darling, you&#39;re not just giving it life — you&#39;re giving it your life.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Winter nods vigorously. She keeps nodding a few seconds too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I ask my students,&quot; the saxophone teacher says, &quot;is your life a gift worth giving? Your normal, vanilla-flavored life, your two-minute noodles after school, your television until ten, your candles on the dresser and facewash on the sink?&quot; She smiles and shakes her head. &quot;Of course it isn&#39;t, and the reason for that is that they simply haven&#39;t suffered enough to be worth listening to.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles kindly at Mrs. Winter, sitting with her yellow knees together and clutching her tea in both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m looking forward to teaching your daughter,&quot; she says. &quot;She seemed so wonderfully impressionable.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&#39;s what we think,&quot; says Mrs. Winter quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saxophone teacher observes her for a moment, and then says, &quot;Let&#39;s go back to that moment just before you have to refill your lungs, when the saxophone&#39;s full of your breath and you&#39;ve got none left in your own body: the moment when the sax is more alive than you are.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - From &lt;em&gt;The Rehearsal: A Novel&lt;/em&gt; by Eleanor Catton &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Dragonfly-LE-Print-P590C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Most days, Rod posts a creativity quote on Facebook and on his Blog. If you&#39;d like to have these emailed to you each day, you can add your name here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-readers-may-find-this-next-excerpt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGxGA12Z0BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3_ZgBgFqCS8/s72-c/MLE3502_800.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-5504107312786627067</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-16T16:25:14.539-04:00</atom:updated><title>Life With Picasso</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGmemkEVhqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wPnA5I6bvbc/s1600/MLE4506D_800.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGmemkEVhqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wPnA5I6bvbc/s400/MLE4506D_800.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506106404791223970&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting isn&#39;t an aesthetic operation; it&#39;s a form of magic designed as a mediator between this strange, hostile world and us, a way of seizing the power by giving form to our terrors as well as our desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - Francoise Gilot, &lt;em&gt;Life With Picasso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Loon-Mist-LE-Print-P512C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-with-picasso.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGmemkEVhqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wPnA5I6bvbc/s72-c/MLE4506D_800.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-2528391576472696228</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-11T16:33:01.193-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGMI9NArwvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/13RCUvfKK-M/s1600/3805E_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGMI9NArwvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/13RCUvfKK-M/s400/3805E_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504253017134449394&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job of the artist is to always deepen the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - Francis Bacon &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Oxbow-River-Limited-Edition-Print-P570C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-of-artist-is-to-always-deepen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGMI9NArwvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/13RCUvfKK-M/s72-c/3805E_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-4051943312241393038</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-10T16:54:06.095-04:00</atom:updated><title>Creative Ideas</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGG8X2ZKgNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rmsNOVvLHHA/s1600/3608J_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGG8X2ZKgNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rmsNOVvLHHA/s400/3608J_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503887337547530450&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could &lt;em&gt;Hamlet &lt;/em&gt;have been written by a committee, or the Mona Lisa painted by a club? Could the New Testament have been composed as a conference report? Creative ideas do not spring from groups. They spring from individuals. The divine spark leaps from the finger of God to the finger of Adam, whether it takes the ultimate shape in a law of physics or a law of the land, a poem or a policy, a sonata or a mechanical composition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - A. Whitney Griswold&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Birches-II-LE-Print-P545C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/creative-ideas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGG8X2ZKgNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rmsNOVvLHHA/s72-c/3608J_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-1817182302440391187</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-09T17:57:20.515-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGB5seu0UgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tSau_lw4Xc0/s1600/4906B_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGB5seu0UgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tSau_lw4Xc0/s400/4906B_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503532549717381634&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a year or two past, my &lt;em&gt;publisher&lt;/em&gt;, falsely so called, has been writing from time to time to ask what disposition should be made of the copies of &lt;em&gt;A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers&lt;/em&gt; still on hand, and at last suggesting that he had use for the room they occupied in his cellar. So I had them all sent to me here, and they have arrived today by express, filling the man&#39;s wagon, — 706 copies out of an edition of 1000 which I bought of Munroe four years ago and have ever since been paying for, and have not quite paid for yet. The wares are sent to me at last, and I have an opportunity to examine my purchase. They are something more substantial than fame, as my back knows, which has borne them up two flights of stairs to a place similar to that to which they trace their origin. Of the remaining two hundred and ninety and odd, seventy-five were given away, the rest sold. I have now a library of nearly nine hundred volumes, over seven hundred of which I wrote myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - Henry David Thoreau in his journal, October 27, 1853. Thoreau lost $275 on the book; he paid $290 for unsold copies and received royalties of only $15.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/September-Sandhill-Sunrise-LE-Print-P576C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-year-or-two-past-my-publisher.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TGB5seu0UgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tSau_lw4Xc0/s72-c/4906B_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-5545201550069433956</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 12:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-06T08:47:14.618-04:00</atom:updated><title>Think</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFwERWk8qRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6YuvSMbtyR4/s1600/4201D_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFwERWk8qRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6YuvSMbtyR4/s400/4201D_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502277540904741138&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creative person is both more primitive and more cultivated, more destructive, a lot madder and a lot saner, than the average person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - Frank Barron, &lt;em&gt;Think&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Heron-Awake-LE-Print-P450C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/think.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFwERWk8qRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6YuvSMbtyR4/s72-c/4201D_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-6637203296415577363</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-04T16:33:41.944-04:00</atom:updated><title>Art</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFnJ0hbP9JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5kdqqdqtQN4/s1600/5204A_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFnJ0hbP9JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5kdqqdqtQN4/s400/5204A_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501650323972813970&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is not concerned with environment either; it doesn&#39;t care where it is … the best job that was ever offered to me was to become a landlord in a brothel. In my opinion it’s the perfect milieu for an artist to work in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - William Faulkner Paris Review interview (1958) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Creative-Spirit-LE-Print-P659C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/art.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFnJ0hbP9JI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5kdqqdqtQN4/s72-c/5204A_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-3526545084649421016</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-02T15:22:09.464-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFcayk5n37I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xvi2LsQAHf4/s1600/5601_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFcayk5n37I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xvi2LsQAHf4/s400/5601_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500894926057496498&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The composer Stravinsky had written a new piece with a difficult violin passage. After it had been in rehearsal for several weeks, the solo violinist came to Stravinsky and said he was sorry, he had tried his best, the passage was too difficult, no violinist could play it. Stravinsky said, “I understand that. What I am after is the sound of someone trying to play it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - Thomas Powers as quoted in &lt;em&gt;Sunbeams&lt;/em&gt;, a book published by &lt;em&gt;The Sun Magazine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Gratitude-and-Wild-Rivers-LE-Print-P969C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/composer-stravinsky-had-written-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFcayk5n37I/AAAAAAAAAD4/xvi2LsQAHf4/s72-c/5601_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-2589307588754780554</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 21:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-28T17:29:37.698-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFCgt6b0X2I/AAAAAAAAADw/Y0y80aqef4w/s1600/5705L_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFCgt6b0X2I/AAAAAAAAADw/Y0y80aqef4w/s400/5705L_facebook.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499071855659868002&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nuance: any exploration of the creative process will ultimately come around to the subject of nuance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creators operate throughout their creative lives in a project to invent and articulate a language that will convey their sense of &lt;a href=&quot;http://people.wcsu.edu/briggsj/Omnivalence.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;nuance and omnivalence&lt;/a&gt;. This project constitutes what is sometimes called the articulation of the creative &quot;vision.&quot; For both creative scientists and creative artists the language of vision must form a &quot;bridge&quot; between their existentially private perception, cognition and emotion, and the public, consensual constructs of society at large-the consensual language. Creative scientists must ingeniously use the consensual language of mathematics and reproducible experiment to connect their individual visions to contemporary scientific projects. The creative artist must find a form or language that departs enough but conforms enough to the consensual language to break the elements of our shared language down and reveal what the creator has seen lying between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - From, &lt;em&gt;Fire in the Crucible,&lt;/em&gt; by John Briggs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Up-With-The-Dawn-LE-Print-P1183C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/nuance-any-exploration-of-creative.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TFCgt6b0X2I/AAAAAAAAADw/Y0y80aqef4w/s72-c/5705L_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-4964018879607588343</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2010 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-26T13:26:13.078-04:00</atom:updated><title>North and South</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TE3FI4CxvQI/AAAAAAAAADo/FRP6wtryv_A/s1600/5203B_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TE3FI4CxvQI/AAAAAAAAADo/FRP6wtryv_A/s400/5203B_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498267476362902786&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say north and south are opposites, you then have to recognize there&#39;s a whole range in between. Therefore you have to tremendously enrich the field . . . If you hold these opposites together, then you suspend thought and your mind must move to a new level. The suspension of thought allows an intelligence beyond thought to act. Then you can create a new form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - Physicist, David Bohm &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Surya-Namaskara-LE-Print-P580C11_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/north-and-south.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TE3FI4CxvQI/AAAAAAAAADo/FRP6wtryv_A/s72-c/5203B_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-5658407469764928557</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-23T10:21:21.415-04:00</atom:updated><title>First Ideas</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TEmlQ-3PV2I/AAAAAAAAADg/N4IDZHwjDZ4/s1600/5707O_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TEmlQ-3PV2I/AAAAAAAAADg/N4IDZHwjDZ4/s400/5707O_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497106531353581410&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ideas are very important; they come from God. And if after working and working and working, I return to these ideas, then I know they are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - Stravinsky &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/High-Branch-LE-Print-P1051C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-ideas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TEmlQ-3PV2I/AAAAAAAAADg/N4IDZHwjDZ4/s72-c/5707O_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-3606148285728236471</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-21T15:40:39.662-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TEdNH_p1vAI/AAAAAAAAADY/5oAJMc553TM/s1600/5401B_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TEdNH_p1vAI/AAAAAAAAADY/5oAJMc553TM/s400/5401B_facebook.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496446669970324482&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven, when asked where his compositions come from, answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;They come to me in the silence of the night or in the early morning, stirred into being by moods&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Egret-Away-LE-Print-P441C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/beethoven-when-asked-where-his.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TEdNH_p1vAI/AAAAAAAAADY/5oAJMc553TM/s72-c/5401B_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-9138329114449462541</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-20T13:52:23.768-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TEXiSxdSgDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EVSVQrogGqA/s1600/5402_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TEXiSxdSgDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EVSVQrogGqA/s400/5402_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496047732417265714&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it then that I now adore him (Rimbaud) above all other writers? Is it because his failure is so instructive? Is it because he resisted until the very last? I admit it, I love all those men who are called rebels and failures. I love them because they are so human, so “human-all-too-human.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that God too loves them above all others. Why? Is it because they are the proving ground of the spirit? Is it because they are the sacrificed ones? How Heaven rejoices when the prodigal son returns! Is this an invention of man&#39;s or of God&#39;s? I believe that here man and God see eye to eye. Man reaches upward, God reaches downward; sometimes their fingers touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Henry Miller from &lt;em&gt;The Time of the Assassins, a study of Rimbaud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Dragonfly-of-Happiness-LE-Print-P591C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-is-it-then-that-i-now-adore-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TEXiSxdSgDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/EVSVQrogGqA/s72-c/5402_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-3113496702872287406</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 21:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-15T17:20:04.644-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TD97d9nx0RI/AAAAAAAAACk/DGCM2ffiCUc/s1600/5311B_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TD97d9nx0RI/AAAAAAAAACk/DGCM2ffiCUc/s400/5311B_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494245825103122706&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a letter to Vita Sackville West, Virginia Wolfe wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it; and in writing... one has to recapture this, and set this working (which has nothing apparently to do with words) and then, as it breaks and tumbles in the mind, it makes words to fit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Indigo-LE-Print-P556C0_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-letter-to-vita-sackville-west.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TD97d9nx0RI/AAAAAAAAACk/DGCM2ffiCUc/s72-c/5311B_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-2332141136770726704</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-12T15:07:54.348-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TDtn9OitoQI/AAAAAAAAACc/yQn56Kxs0nc/s1600/5005E_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TDtn9OitoQI/AAAAAAAAACc/yQn56Kxs0nc/s400/5005E_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493098472081826050&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven contemplating the night sky and the challenges of expressing profound feelings in art . . . ”when from time to time I try to give shape and form in sound to the feelings roused within me, alas! I meet with cruel disappointment. In disgust I throw away the sheet of paper I have soiled, and am almost convinced that no earthborn being can ever hope to set down by means of sounds, words, color, or in sculpture, the heavenly pictures that rise before he awakened imagination! For only by hard, persistent labor through such powers as are bestowed on a man can the work of art be made worthy of the Creator and Preserver of everlasting Nature.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Morning-Nectar-LE-Print-P521C11_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/beethoven-contemplating-night-sky-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TDtn9OitoQI/AAAAAAAAACc/yQn56Kxs0nc/s72-c/5005E_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717987955355312487.post-8736479643477768440</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-10T13:01:26.195-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Art World</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TDinXaa_bmI/AAAAAAAAACU/O3in3TCYbfM/s1600/4201A_facebook.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TDinXaa_bmI/AAAAAAAAACU/O3in3TCYbfM/s400/4201A_facebook.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492323766249680482&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no feeling about the art world as a whole, except that every artist I have known has had an intense ego. And some use this more as a force than others. It’s exhausting. I’m sure that mine is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; - Robert Engman&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.herondance.org/Great-Egret-Blue-LE-Print-P447C11_productprint.aspx&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;To view the&lt;em&gt; Heron Dance&lt;/em&gt; limited edition print of this image, Visit Here.&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://pauseforbeauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/art-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Girouard)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vI2M_24jIfE/TDinXaa_bmI/AAAAAAAAACU/O3in3TCYbfM/s72-c/4201A_facebook.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>