For God so loved the world...he gave us an extra hour to write this weekend. Creeping up on the 50,000 word mark with a goal of 120,000. I'm guessing this is true whether we're writing fiction or fact but I find it hard to linger in the details of certain stories because I'm excited to…Read more Book Report
To Reach His Own
Last night I dreampt we were being held captive by a wealthy man no one could see, like Gatsby. He kept us in round cages inside his jungle-esque garden where we could look but not touch. The cages were akin to fishbowls. His beautiful friends contemplated us like objects in a museum. Outside the gates…Read more To Reach His Own
Soul Dishes
Healing works are the spiritual chores of humanity. Soul dishes. I have selfish reasons for wanting other people to get better sometimes. Selfishness, sadly, doesn’t help. We can create little bubbles and try to live inside them but the chances of someone or something coming along and bursting that bubble with all their unmet needs…Read more Soul Dishes
Pied Shag Piper
The nocturnal hours of the weekend were spent watching other people stumble around in fog and chaos on the cliffs of Mendocino. There's something about Hill House and the coastal streets, radically planted with succulents, nasturtiums and gargantuan purple kale that seduces the stress out of my body, clearing any worldly residue with gusts of…Read more Pied Shag Piper
Call it God
"Masson remarked that we'd had a very early lunch, but really lunch was a movable feast, one had it when one felt like it."- Camus, The Stranger Depending on which tree you fell from, expectations about what you might grow up to be may vary. According to Pinterest houses, bodies, wardrobes, parties, vacations, careers, food,…Read more Call it God
Me and My Shadow
This morning God told me it is well with my soul. And he's right, as usual. My soul is doing pirouettes through a field of daisies, envisioning countless inspired possibilities, radiating love to all living beings throughout the endless universe. Got the spirit? Let's hear it. Woo. However, my soul is trapped inside a body which…Read more Me and My Shadow
Climb
During the descent I realized the bizarre, carpeted, runway was also the only way to get back up. It was yellow, like me. The confident grip of parked tires offered the illusion that I too could stick to the practically vertical plank in the event that I needed to return. Where are we going? To…Read more Climb
