“Still, nothing seems like a chore when it is warm and when the air smells like this, full of blossom and grass and herbs, when each plant is full enough of life that knocking or kneeling upon one brings up a great heady scent, intoxicating.” —Thom Eagle
Oaxaca is one of those places that helps me remain Vicky-like, drop the need to be somewhere, do something other than be.
(Secret Granola Club, we’re back from hiatus ^^v I just resumed paid subs and mailed out a postcard-collage-thingy I made after Oaxaca. Lmk if you haven’t gotten yours by next week.)
Of course even vacation or “self-directed collective art retreat” gets instrumentalized for work in my line of work, which is helping companies confront themselves in order to express themselves without sounding like slop cannon (as T. calls it).
Near the end of our week we did a little show & tell. My mediums skewed more verbal than visual so, cue stand on a chair in the middle of the courtyard, keep embarrass yourself say your poetry out loud for the class until you become, that weird theater kid.
The next week back in Brooklyn sent me deep in spontaneous discovery meetings and product demo recordings and video script draftings and despite a post-travel body running dry, I entered Flavor Flav flow state. I found the rhythm. The rhythm found me?
None of this is new news, we can intuit that the better way to enter work is to work from the place where good work is inevitable. she sells sea shells by the sea shore 😈
Or, to work while violently protecting your active recovery time. Inhabiting yourself so deeply that you are no longer Vicky but…
Layering something new on something old you made over a year ago, the material waits patiently for you…
Practicando tu español hasta que puedas decir me gustaría un cafecito, o memelita con flor de calabaza, agua de tamarindo, etc etc..
Y el lugar correcto es el ahora
Para caminar
No hace falta más
—Natalia Lafourcade
Tell me, where do you remain the most you-like?