C.M. Rivers

"The point of being an artist is that you may live." ~ Sherwood Anderson

Journal

  • Alchemy

    The peacock struts around eating things that are brightly colored: plants, insects and snakes.   Much of what it eats is poisonous.    May we learn to move closer to pain, invite in the Lady of Sorrows to sit it at our table, as if she were our neighbor, as if she were a weary… Read more

  • No Rush

    You don’t have to rush.  You don’t have to be in such a hurry all the time.  You don’t have to feel pulled in a hundred different directions.  It’s only the energy of the society around you, and has nothing to do with the conversation your life makes with the world. When you give up… Read more

  • Making Use of Heat

    Originally posted on C.M. Rivers: Then you come to that place of burning through the atmospheric fabric of consciousness.  You learn how to make use of the intensity of heat, and you use it to burn through thoughts and emotions, fears and desires, to purify and transform.  Because you are not your thoughts, emotions.  You… Read more

  • Making Use of Heat

    Then you come to that place of burning through the atmospheric fabric of consciousness.  You learn how to make use of the intensity of heat, and you use it to burn through thoughts and emotions, fears and desires, to purify and transform.  Because you are not your thoughts, emotions.  You are not the sum of… Read more

  • Quote by Erich Schiffman

    “When you let go of everything you think you know about yourself and stay with what’s left, when you willingly abandon the contradictory evaluations of who you are and courageously reach deeply into yourself in order to experience yourself directly, you will come upon a new experience of who you are.” Erich Schiffman Read more

  • Hopi Prayer

    This summer I hope to visit the place I scattered my mom’s ashes 26 years ago, near the foot of Neahkhanie Mountain on the Oregon coast.  Standing in the wind above the sea, I will be sure to remember this Hopi Prayer. “Do not stand at my grave and weep.  I am not there.  I do not sleep.… Read more