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After many years of blogging on other people’s platforms, I have shifted my online base of operations to my own actual authentic website, so to speak, if you please, thank you very much.

So, if you’ve enjoyed these musings and ramblings and such, please come visit me at, well, WarrenBluhm.com.

There’s a free ebook in it for you.

Thanks!

For the joy

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Run for the joy of running because your spirit cannot be contained in a walk.

Write for the joy of writing because your spirit can’t hold back the words.

Sing for the joy of singing because life has a melody and harmonies so pure and clear that it has to have music.

Speed across the page never-you-minding whether the phrase is perfect or awkward or pretty or odd, because the words have to spill out and never you mind whether they spilled out in a perfectly ordered order.

Because it’s fun to write, or it better be, because you’ve spent your life writing and the spirit who has never had fun is a sullen spirit indeed.

Attend to crasftsmanship? Craft away, child, but not until after you’ve said it all raw and full and with all the joy you can’t hold in your heart a minute more.

A brief lesson in writing and self-forgiveness

brief lesson in writing and self-forgiveness

“Hello. My name is x and my mind wanders.”

“Hi, x,” intoned the others in the group.

“I’ve been sitting here for 20 minutes, and my head has been all over the place. I glanced at my phone until I realized what I was doing. I read some back pages of my journal, I sipped coffee, I added to the to-do list for today, and what I didn’t do until a few moments ago was write. It’s funny, because I call myself a writer. On the other hand, I recently discovered that preparing my mind to write is part of the writing process, but if all that fussing was prep, then I have prepared for 20 minutes during a period when I had 25 minutes total to write something.”

“Still,” one of the others said, “you did write something. So stop beating on yourself.”

When we live despite the urge to fear

Live without the urge to fear (Willow)

Fear is an ugly thing. It contorts the face, boils the gut, and manifests in every unhealthy emotion – anger, worry, hatred. Fear can spread across the land, a virus more deadly than any microbe.

“Fear is the mind-killer,” Frank Herbert wrote: It robs us of our reason, strips love and compassion from our hearts, and brings out the monster in us.

The children of fear are slavery, tyranny and war.

When we overcome fear, we rise. Continue reading “When we live despite the urge to fear”

It starts when you’re always afraid

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’Tis surprising to see how rapidly a panic will sometimes run through a country.

Thomas Paine

No doubt you’re afraid of something, or you wouldn’t be reading this book.

It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m scared, too. We all live with fear, ranging from little anxieties to sheer, stark-raving-mad, paralyzing terror, and everything in between. Fear of failure, fear of success, fear of getting started, fear of being stopped before we’re finished, fear of what to do next after we’re finished. Fear of hate, fear of love, fear of hating, fear of being loved. Fear of sickness, fear of health, fear of other people’s habits, fear of our own.

Fear of death.

A portion of this book is necessarily about politics. So many people have found a sure way to get elected is to make voters afraid of something — or someone. Continue reading “It starts when you’re always afraid”

What it all means

The Muse taunts (Dejah)

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He who is not every day conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

There was a time when I was a political junkie and a bit of a hard-line party creature. I even ran for the Wisconsin Legislature a couple of decades ago, and in my early career as a newspaper columnist I spent a great deal of space arguing a political line. Liberty, freedom and fiscal conservatism were my favorite themes. For that matter, they still are.

In more recent years my writing has veered from the external trappings of liberty to fighting for freedom in our hearts – confronting the fear in your heart and living in the here and now – understanding “we become what we think about” and “whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right.”

So what’s the point? Why am I writing about stuff like this? Continue reading “What it all means”

Again, the story of that cliff

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The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.

H. P. Lovecraft

I learned everything I need to know about fear on a steep hill overlooking Lake Champlain in Vermont. I keep coming back to this story whenever anxiety threatens to stop me in my tracks. Childhood lessons sink in deep.

To my younger-than-10-years-old eyes, it looked more like a cliff than a hill; my impression was informed by the shale-like formations that reached down to the beach and disappeared into the pine forest above. Seen from the cabin our parents rented for a week every summer, the forest appeared to grow to the edge of a steep, rocky incline that I wouldn’t be able to scale if I had to.

And one day, I had to. Continue reading “Again, the story of that cliff”