…There are intentions, of course, and intentions. Some are lightly made, and lightly kept. I noticed, as we made the rounds, how often one of our number would speak about “trying” to do something: “I’m going to try to get into the studio more often,” or “I’m planning to try to find a gallery to show my work.” I hear myself saying something similar, and believe it no more than when I hear it from others. As the old saw has it, if you keep trying to feed the dog, the dog will soon starve to death.
That’s one kind of intention, and clearly not a very productive one. The other kind is made of sterner stuff, and comes from a deeper level of consciousness. It’s mind-altering, and life-changing. Once the seed of this kind of intention is planted, it will inevitably take a long while to germinate–perhaps even below the level of consciousness–and when it at last appears in the form of a conscious thought, does so in the form of a quiet and confident determination to make change, a paradigm shift in the mind that is no longer debatable but seems quite simply self-evident in its clarity, a confirmation of what had always been “intended” but never fully realized. … (more)
Back in 1989, on the day after my eighteenth birthday, I caught a flight to Pakistan. I had a job of sorts, teaching English in a school in Lahore. I was untrained, had no experience in teaching English (or, for that matter, anything else), and knew almost nothing about Pakistan: hardly the best qualifications….
A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. ….