Most often, creativity seems to be a modern day paradox that is all about receiving attention amidst the creative project and for the creative output. I believe creativity's original intention, with the ego removed, has been lost within the chaos.
I'm going out on a limb and say most people don't even consider doing yoga in their backyards. Even among yogi friends, it's a rare bird that takes a mat outdoors to soak in the treasures summer serves up on the lawn.
Here are five writers who have helped me survive -- poets and spiritual teachers, some who have known depression intimately. Use their words as you like. Disregard what doesn't speak to you. This is not a self-improvement program, only a suggested reading list. Ask for help. You are not alone.
If anyone could predict which books will sell, publishing wouldn't be the dumb business it really is. Publishers have always made their livings guessing, pretending we have fingers on the pulse of what readers want and need.
"What do you write about?" I'm often asked. The answer, um, is I, uh, write about myself, which automatically puts me in the company of Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, and others who exude the belief that their lives are of inherent interest to others.
The poet Ellen Bass writes as a human being who shudders with the immensity, the worry, the love of being alive. She writes to connect with other human beings who shudder in their own way but may not have the words to say so.
Grieving openly serves the important function of assuring ourselves and others that it is normal, and temporary, and part of a full and authentic life. Only suppressed grief threatens one's mental health.