“What do you think of this?” asked Thalia. “Being an artist is like knowing you have a peanut allergy and… eating a peanut butter sandwich for lunch.”
Cal wrinkled her nose. “I don’t get it.”
“The metaphor is comparing peanuts to criticism?” asked Nia. “If you’re willing to put your work out there… work that has the potential to move sentient beings to feel something… some will like it and some won’t. Like our Passion Flower, the creator must be able to handle — flourish even — when it gets hot.”
“Sentient?” Cal scratched her neck.
“It means the ability to experience feelings and sensations as distinguished from perception and thought. It is the courage to show up and embrace the sun, wind, and rain… to step into the arena, rather than watching from the sidelines.”
Tal and Cal watched Nia slather herself with sunscreen. The Muse of Determination donned her sunhat. “What are you looking at? Nobody said you should step in unprepared!”
Words from Typist:
This morning I read that Suffering looks like winter. Some love her, while others despise her. She’s a teacher who is proud only because she recognizes the value of her lessons. (Paraphrase from The Book of Qualities by Ruth Gendler)
My sentient experiences teach me that every day is another chance to show up and make it as good as I can.
What more could we desire?