Wiggling my toes
Nakedness is a condition I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, as a writer and as a person. I am not naturally guarded. While I can be shy sometimes, it results in a hesitance on my part – a momentary distance – not a wall. People reach across the space I create all the time, […]
Read MoreSharing A Secret
Hidden even as it flows right through the center of my town, the Arroyo Mocho drainage channel is like a stunningly vivid postcard tucked inside a book. Coming upon the channel in the spring is like coming upon the tucked-away postcard, a colorful surprise. Only, the channel’s better because it’s full of life. I like […]
Read MoreThe Enemy is Me
Last month, I read The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron. I’ve blogged about it many times. It’s one of those books that can change your life, as hyperbolic as that sounds. It changed mine in big and small ways. I know I read it in September because that’s when I started writing morning pages, one of the […]
Read MoreLet’s Dance
On Sunday, I hung out with Laura. Laura handles toxic materials, makes beautiful jewelry, knows how to work on classic cars and is a professional belly dancer. This weekend, she sold her jewelry at an arts-and-crafts fair, and Sunday afternoon she and five women from her dance troupe performed. I thought they were amazing, and […]
Read MoreOut of the picture and off of the screen
Here’s a truth about online communities – Twitter, Facebook, even the blogosphere. It’s easy to leave. In real life, it’s not so easy. Unless you’re going into the witness protection program, there are things you need to take care of before you exit. You have to pack your belongings, for instance, maybe sell a house, […]
Read MoreWhat I Believe
Over the past year and a half or so, I’ve taken up yoga, dabbled in meditation, pored over books about getting quiet inside. I not only read but practiced The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron and, on the recommendation of a Buddhist friend, I’m reading A Path With Heart: A guide through the perils and […]
Read MoreThe Green Box
On the street where I grew up, between the McKeans’ driveway and the Garnsey’s, there was a green box – about three feet high, four feet across, and made of metal. I don’t know what it housed – electrical wiring, telephone circuitry, the secrets of the universe… What I remember about it is how it […]
Read MoreIf I build it…
I’ve spent the past few weeks digging myself out from under several projects I’d committed to during my “say yes to everything” phase. These were projects that filled my time, not my soul. So about three weeks ago, frustrated and feeling adrift, I buckled down. I set aggressive goals and was determined to be done […]
Read MoreThree Things I’ve Learned About Leaping
A lot of wonderful things have happened to me as result of that decision. I’ve met so many people I love and admire; tried so many new things; pushed the limits of what I thought I could do and found that I am bigger than I knew. I promised myself that 2022 would be more […]
Read MoreWhat the fava beans taught me
The day I tell you what things I tried for the first time over the past week. Well, fava beans for one. That was followed by the violent involuntary evacuation of said beans from my body over the next 24 hours. It could have been food poisoning, or an allergic reaction (which makes more sense […]
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