Train Your Doubt [on DR Thursday]

tango with me, mixed media, 39 x 52IN

The other night I dreamed I was giving a commencement speech to a class of young artists. I stared at them, looked at my prepared notes, folded them, and told the crowd of curious faces that I had absolutely nothing of value to say. I asked them what advice they would give to me? What would they tell an artist on the other end of the life-road? What wisdom would they share with me? What could they tell me about the artist’s path?

The caps and gowns stared back at me.

Rilke wrote in his Letters To A Young Poet that, “…your doubt may become a good quality if you train it. It must become a way of knowing, it must become critical. Ask it, whenever it wants to spoil something for you, why something is ugly, demand proofs from it, test it,…”

My father is in his last lap. Each day, when I get angry or scared or upset or frustrated, I imagine myself sitting at his bedside. I ask him, “Did anything you were ever afraid of really matter?” He doesn’t need to say anything. He knows I already know the answer.

What would I say if, sitting at his bedside, he looked at me and asked, “What can you tell me about living life?”

read Kerri’s blog post about TANGO WITH ME

tango with me ©️ 2018 david robinson

One Response

  1. Loved these posts and am concerned about your dad, David, and your financial situation. Here to talk anytime.

    And, Kerri, yes. Dancing always helps.

    Love you both. ❤️

    On Thu, Dec 10, 2020, 4:00 AM The Direction of Intention wrote:

    > davidrobinsoncreative posted: ” tango with me, mixed media, 39 x 52IN The > other night I dreamed I was giving a commencement speech to a class of > young artists. I stared at them, looked at my prepared notes, folded them, > and told the crowd of curious faces that I had absolutely nothi” >

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