Jacob Nordby Quotes

Writer's block is just another name for fear.

Blessed are the weird people:
poets, misfits, writers
mystics, painters, troubadours
for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.

We are doing the most important possible work in the world when we open the door and reveal our creative nature.
It is the work of the Universe itself.

Every pain, addiction, anguish, longing, depression, anger or fear
is an orphaned part of us
seeking joy,
some disowned shadow
wanting to return
to the light
and home
of ourselves.

We wait, starving for moments of high magic to inspire us, but life is full of common enchantment waiting for our alchemists eyes to notice.

I don't analyze beautiful. I sit in its presence and love the wholeness of it-the sweet and sad and raw and bright together.
Poetry is that, the weaving of light-shadow. Making words from the unwordable.

Come, come into this circle of grace and friendship.
Come bringing only your open heart.
You owe us nothing but truth, you need no heavy armor here.
Show us your beautiful scars, the evidence of adventures you’ve survived.
Tell your stories from the road.
This space is home.
You are safe to come as you are without fear.

Living is art.
Breathing and heart beating is music.
Seeing is painting the world with our eyes.
Touching is sculpting the shape of everything.
Life is the most intense art of all.

I have come to differentiate not at all between what is spiritual and the rest of life. There is only Life, all of it is good and the more I am aware of this in every moment, the more my spirit comes alive.

The great mission of our day is not conquering the sea or space, disease or tyranny. The grand quest which calls to the hero in every one of us is to become fully alive-to stand up and claim our birthright, which is inner freedom, love and radiant purpose. By fulfilling this, we transform the world.

We are, all of us, always only one breath or softening of our thought away from an invasion of divine wonder and fresh miracles. Soul waits for any small opening of our hearts to steal into everyday life.

Dare to dream again.
For dreaming is the language of your soul,
And nothing your soul truly desires could ever be wrong or impossible.

Your enormous soul had so many choices of who it could show up as.
It chose you.

Life loves to reveal herself to the raw, courageous doubters; to those who are willing to live inside the question.

Too many people confuse real magic with magical thinking. Real magic isn't a trick and it transforms our lives. Magical thinking is denial.
Real magic is what happens when we break old belief patterns and have the courage to employ the native laws of the Universe

With poetry and writing, the question isn’t “do you know the right words?”.
The real question is, “can you make words from the unwordable, chisel blocks of raw silence into shapes and touch our souls?