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Personal Practice
Michael Littig
October 18, 2023
Weekly wisdom to level up your creative life in 3 minutes, for free.
Happy Wednesday!
Here’s a short story, a creative tool, and a piece of art to inspire you this week.
A SHORT STORY
 Me and Gurukkal, 2012 |  Me and Gurukkal, 2021 |
In 2013, I was in South India, researching and training in Kalaripayattu, the world’s oldest martial art, with my master teacher, Sivakumar Gurukkal.
Every morning, we would wake up at 5:00 AM to practice yoga, mostly in silence. Gurukkal was a man of few words.
One time, I remember he turned to me and said, 'You must have a personal practice, Michael. You must have a ritual. If not, your mind will go like this,' he motioned his hand in a sign wave, 'but if you practice every day, slowly your mind will go like this,' he motioned his hands with a smaller sign wave.
For the past ten years, I've taken Gurukkal’s words to heart and embraced a personal practice. Indeed, as he had described, my mind has been able to handle the peaks and valleys better.
Through this personal practice and ritual of showing up for myself, I've learned that there are plans and there is nature.
I love to make plans. I love ritual. My life is orderly, logical, and I love making to-do lists. Nature, however, is not so orderly. It's mysterious and unpredictable. It reminds you that not everything goes to plan.
The only things I could rely on to make me feel better are my small rituals and personal practice.
In many ways, I discovered that there is freedom in the idea that whatever you do or plan, nature will present obstacles that you can't predict. I felt freedom in the idea that ritual can be a vehicle to transform those obstacles into opportunities for success. Most importantly, I felt freedom that I could always rely on ritual to help me accept and respect the mystery of life.
In fact, the more I embrace this idea, I'm reminded of Rumi’s words:
'The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.'"
What is your personal practice? How are you embracing the unpredictable aspects of your life?
A CREATIVE TOOL
Following a recent trend, Canva announced a partnership this month with RunwayML to bring the power of Runway and AI video generation to Canva users all around the world. Since Canva has over 150 million users, this is a huge step forward in accessibility for AI.
Want to get started experimenting right away? Check out more information here.
Want to learn even more creative tools? Check out the weekly newsletter I write at HUG called Creator Royalties.
A PIECE OF ART
“More Than This” by David Kirby
originally published in More Than This
When you tell me that a woman is visiting the grave
of her college friend and she’s trying not to get irritated
at the man in the red truck who keeps walking back and forth
and dropping tools as he listens to a pro football
game on the truck radio, which is much too loud, I start
to feel as though I know where this story is going,
so I say Stop, you’re going to make me cry.
How sad the world is. When young men died in the mud
of Flanders, the headmaster called their brothers out
of the classroom one by one, but when the older brothers
began to die by the hundreds every day, they simply handed
the child a note as he did his lessons, and of course the boy
wouldn’t cry in front of the others, though at night
the halls were filled with the sound of schoolboys sobbing
for the dead, young men only slightly older than themselves.
Yet the world’s beauty breaks our hearts as well:
the old cowboy is riding along and looks down
at his dog and realizes she died a long time ago
and that his horse did as well, and this makes him
wonder if he is dead, too, and as he’s thinking this,
he comes to a big shiny gate that opens onto a golden
highway, and there’s a man in a robe and white wings,
and when the cowboy asks what this place is, the man tells
him it’s heaven and invites him in, though he says animals
aren’t allowed, so the cowboy keeps going till he comes
to an old rusty gate with a road full of weeds and potholes
on the other side and a guy on a tractor, and the guy
wipes his brow and says you three must be thirsty,
come in and get a drink, and the cowboy says okay,
but what is this place, and the guy says it’s heaven,
and the cowboy says then what’s that place down
the road with the shiny gate and the golden highway,
and when the guy says oh, that’s hell, the cowboy
says doesn’t it make you mad that they’re pretending
to be you, and the guy on the tractor says no,
we like it that they screen out the folks who’d desert
their friends. You tell me your friend can’t take it
any more, and she turns to confront the man
who’s making all the noise, to beg him to leave her alone
with her grief, and that’s when she sees that he’s been
putting up a Christmas tree on his son’s grave
and that he’s grieving, too, but in his own way,
one that is not better or worse than the woman’s,
just different, the kind of grief that says the world
is so beautiful, that it will give you no peace.
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Grateful,
Michael
