page 51 we don’t have to understand

“We don’t have to understand nature to appreciate it.”  — Rick Rubin, The Creative Act, page 43

  • And we probably shouldn’t even start making a list of all the things we don’t understand.

  • I feel lost to nature now. (And sad to write this.) The woods were my childhood refuge. Rich black loam that revealed gold-eyed newts and toads plus so many unnamed wriggly things. Crayfish under rocks in a chilled fast-rushing stream, then sometimes the surprisingly odd raw architecture of a caddisfly house glued on the underside for a neighbor. On the forest floor, the air: in each breath, a perfect balance of tender new life and the reliable rot of death.

  • I cling to feeling like it was taken from me, but I walked out on it. Or in(side) I guess.

  • Why does it feel like an obligation now? When someone online tags their red-cheeked outdoorsy post with “go outside” a tiny wave of rage rolls over me. I mean, you know, don’t tell me what to do. But something about hearing nature made prescriptive irks the shit out of me. No, YOU go outside.

  • Maybe the knowledge that something is good for you feels like a threat to its magic.

The Creative re-Action:

Responding to Rick Rubin's "The Creative Act"

Is just that. I open the book at random. I read a sentence. I respond to it.