Washing dishes in the warm ease of a recent morning, something shifted in me. As I rinsed a glass and placed it on my dish rack a beam of sunlight bounced through the tumbler and changed my life forever.
A Good Day
June 10, 2012 By | 1 CommentAs often happens on my Sunday writing day, I sit down at my computer and have no idea what I am going to scribe. Somehow, so far, grace and my muse have always found me.
Is there any I out there?
May 20, 2012 By | 4 CommentsAs a writer my I is fixated on birthing pithy lines of prose and then killing all my little darlings, watching words emerge as perfect butterflies from ethereal cocoons only to pluck the wings from their temporal bodies in search of deeper meanings.
Wings and a prayer
February 28, 2012 By | 1 CommentPrayer is a funny thing. People usually come to it when things aren’t going well. More precisely when things are heading to hell in a runaway handbasket.
No more, please
December 13, 2011 By | 5 CommentsMy wise friend, David, asked me not too long ago what would I rather have: all my desires fulfilled or all of them removed?
All the things I am happy without
September 18, 2011 By | 2 CommentsEven Socrates, who lived a very frugal and simple life, loved to go to the market. When his students asked about this, he replied, “I love to go and see all the things I am happy without.” ~ Jack Kornfield, After the Ecstasy, the Laundry Last month I went to my first auction. The first […]
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