the concrete curves above my head. small hills around me.
i attack the curves. sink deeper in my knees. the anger releases a certain abandonment, that leads to creativity. something opens up.
i feel less intimated by the skaters around me.
...
i had been making clay sculpture earlier today. read a book called 'zero point creativity'. about not worrying about product and letting go. i attacked the clay with my elbows and forearms. thwack! i shoved it around. not worrying about product. the experience of the clay itself. i could see a form come out of the clay.
something released in me as i did the sculpture. something about following my instincts.
so i got in the car and drove up the 101 to the skatepark.
and as i skated i noticed that i dont let myself feel angry when i skate. not spiritual. the 'zero point creativity' book talks about following your feelings. its ok. something else opens up.
and so i skate angry.
and my soul opens up
as i drive home ...
i feel more rugged. more man. more wild. and strong.
