C.M. Rivers

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


mindfulness

  • Let Me Become

    Let me become a master of listening, a student of surrender. May a strong and blossoming tree grow from the root of all my fears, a tree with the innate knowledge of how to bend with the wind. I have much to learn from the ferryman who spends his life taking people across the river, Continue reading

  • Safe Harbor

    Down on my knees cutting kindling in the cold still air, I don’t just think I’m the luckiest man who ever passed this way – I know I am. It doesn’t matter where, or when, you live.  It only matters that your heart stays open, that your heart can be your home, so that regardless Continue reading

  • Listless

    Every day I make a list of things that need to be done, things that might slip through the fine mesh net of short-term memory. Today, the list contained more items than I could possibly accomplish.  So I did what you might expect – I pushed it down into the folds of my left-hand pocket, Continue reading

  • Stillness

    Like so many things, it comes when I have given in, given up the search, released the desire, turned my attention elsewhere.  It comes in crumpled-up moments – in splintered, fickle doses. It’s as if my expectation of it is the very thing that prevents it.  I might be on the town running errands, ticking them Continue reading