In her poem, “The Journey,” Mary Oliver writes so beautifully of the hero’s leaving home; it is only by doing so that she can one day return home again.
I left my creative heart a long time ago – is it time to come home again? Continue reading
In her poem, “The Journey,” Mary Oliver writes so beautifully of the hero’s leaving home; it is only by doing so that she can one day return home again.
I left my creative heart a long time ago – is it time to come home again? Continue reading
I’m not sure if I actually heard what I think I just heard on the CBC News on Radio Two just now… it sounded like a group of civil rights activists “booed” at some other group (the identity of which I missed) at a rally commemorating the 40-somethingth anniversary of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech… and to top that off, they went off and had a rally of their own.
All of which is to say, if I heard that right, then no one in that civil rights group today was actually LISTENING to the words that Dr. King had to say. Wasn’t the whole idea – I mean the WHOLE idea – of the civil rights movement to bring us together? Continue reading
I went to the Fair the other night, and found myself looking at the experience through the eyes of a writer. Continue reading
A good yet challenging weekend in Seattle. Family time comes with lots of probing questions about my choices of late, without a lot of answers in my back pocket.
Driving home tonight, the words to David Whyte’s poem, “Faith,” run through my head and keep me grounded. Continue reading
I feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland these days. Yes, I know it’s an over-worn analogy, but every time I turn around, there’s another rabbit running by that attracts my attention, and I have to pinch myself because there’s nothing stopping me from following it. Or her. Or him. And so I do. Continue reading
My new boyfriend Jerome took me to dinner last night. Okay, he’s not my boyfriend. And his name’s not Jerome. But I’m a writer, right? I can make that shit up. Continue reading
There is a saying that my mother often repeated to me when I was growing up: “In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.” Continue reading
I woke up yesterday morning and had one thought – that I’ve started this blog with no direction. How like me. Have I given any thought to what this blog is “about”? No, of course not. Have I brainstormed themes, questions, ideas that I want to explore? Nope. Am I just leaping off the edge into the unknown, following a vague senses of instinct, trusting that one step leads to the next? Uh huh. Continue reading
Today’s the first day. The first day of my new life. It’s officially started.
Today, I entered an alternative universe, one that I’ve heard about for a while, but had never really seen with my own eyes. It’s as if the Mists of Avalon lifted and I entered the magical kingdom. It’s a place called The World of People Who Don’t Have Day Jobs. Continue reading