A few weeks before Thanksgiving, I watched eight-year-old and seven-year-old sisters arrive late to breakfast because they had stayed in their beds to start their Christmas lists. On plain white sheets of paper, they scrawled: a new soccer ball, another stuffed animal, pink snow pants. They showed the lists to their mom, who smiled and… Continue Reading
I’m thinking about autumn. I’m thinking about how the leaves paint and brighten the sky, how foliage rainbows reign everywhere, in the azure blue above, in the yellows and oranges, in the burning-bush reds, and how, as poet Mary Oliver wrote, “Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving… Continue Reading
Many beautiful quotes invite us into stillness. T.S. Eliot offers this: “At the still point of the turning world. …at the still point, there the dance is,… Except for the point, the still point,There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.” What is the still point? And the dance? Does the poet… Continue Reading
I sit here rereading one of my favorite books about writing, creativity and life: Nancy Coleman’s, Wide Open Writing: Embrace Your Creative Genius. I read it often because Nancy is my friend, my teacher, a confidante, a wise and kind woman deep of soul and heart. As in so many things we do, I read it… Continue Reading
As soon as one of my dear friends posts on Facebook about her “sad and complicated life,” I think, “she must be doing what she and I discuss a lot: telling herself stories.” How often do we do that? And how often are those stories negative about ourselves? About what we do wrong and how… Continue Reading
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