Sometimes you have a writing project in mind that you can see ever so vaguely but don’t know where to start. Or, maybe you’ve gotten a good running leap at it and then all of a sudden you’re out of steam and stuck in the mud. Now what?Continue reading Intuition and the I Ching
What the stalled or not-yet-started writer needs is some magic for getting in touch with himself, some key.—John Gardner
While writing in my journal the other morning, it occurred to me why it’s so easy to plop down on the daybed and scribble in those pages as opposed to working on my “real writing.”Continue reading Sink Don’t Swim
noun: the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way: a fortunate stroke of serendipity | a series of small serendipities.
Last week’s post naturally leads to this one, which is about facing fears. One of the biggest fears I’ve had my whole life, without really being aware of its powerful hold on me, is authentic self-expression.Continue reading Getting Real
In my early thirties I sat on the veranda of my father’s B&B at sunset and watched a barge move a load of coal up the Ohio River. It was a scene ripe with symbolism that I couldn’t see at the time. I’d just escaped a dangerous, dial 911 romantic relationship several states away, taking nothing with me but what I could shove into my little Mazda, including my two cats.Continue reading The Big Li(f)e
The other morning I was standing at the bathroom sink when I noticed my still-not-bloomed Kalanchoe on the window sill. When is this plant ever going to do its thing, I wondered.
Then it occurred to me: this plant is the perfect metaphor for me.Continue reading I Feel Like My Houseplant