Finding fresh ways to write timeless truth.
I’m road tripping. My phone is loaded with podcasts and I’m listening to wise words and thinking deep thoughts in the sanctuary of my Ford Escape. Sometimes I turn the audio off, listen to the silence and let wisdom saturate. I’m free. Constrained by the vehicle, and gravity, and other natural laws that keep me
We enjoy a light lunch at home after church, and a game of chess. Two games actually. I protest that carrots have distracted me and kept me from concentrating adequately on the game: Maya asking for more, and Gerry chewing on them. I coerce him into a second game and lose that one too. Then
Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer. Barbara Kingsolver I spend the morning in surgery. Dissatisfied with the flow, I take
We enjoy vegetable soup for lunch after church, and I lose another game of chess while we eat. I’m determined to crack the code of this game and beat my undefeated-in-this-house husband. I told Makiya that I’ll phone her with the celebratory news when I manage it. ”I won’t believe it’s you on the phone,”
I plug the card from my big girl camera into my laptop and watch as the images I captured in Mexico download. The photos I’ve posted here and elsewhere so far, were taken with my phone—quick shots, without a lot of thought put into them, they are reasonable images. When I shoot with my camera, however, I’m
It’s cliche, but at some point it becomes reality, and doctors start looking like they’re teenagers. We’re in a specialist’s office and he has just discussed a course of treatment. He picks up a little voice recorder and dictates notes that will be transcribed into my husband’s chart later (I know this because he indicates,
Sometimes, I read words that have been crafted together by a master to form a poem or a paragraph, and I am overcome with hireath, and a sense of something deeper than I can explain (recently, the poetry of John Blase is doing that). When gifted musicians perform, they become as one with the notes
Photography is the art of observation. It has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them. Elliott Erwitt I spend the morning in my manuscript crafting, if not sandcastles, rudimentary structures that lay the foundation for them. Maya let’s me know that it’s time
But unless we are creators we are not fully alive. What do I mean by creators? Not only artists, whose acts of creation are the obvious ones of working with paint of clay or words. Creativity is a way of living life, no matter our vocation or how we earn our living. Creativity is not
I dwell in Possibility. Emily Dickinson A blog I follow asks a question of retirees: What’s your favourite day of the week? There are a few “every day is the same” responses, but the majority, myself included, report that Monday is the day they appreciate most since they retired. After years of hopping back on