Up with the sun at 5:41 this morning and it’s already a steam bath out here. Tempted to haul the Toshiba back indoors.
But on the other hand, yesterday’s counsel (@advicetowriters) from the late mythologist and hero-ennobler/enabler Joseph Campbell has reinvigorated my commitment to the dawn as my sacred place.
You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen.
That’s so wise. A sacred hour when I don’t know what’s in the news or the Twitterverse and can just open a channel from the subconscious to the keyboard and the page is exactly what I must honor. Every day.
And to symbolize that renewed commitment, a new masthead image of the dawn. That’s Radnor Lake, “Nashville’s Walden” without the tourists, long one of my own most reliable incubators. Like this very hour.