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Writing Your Guts Out – A Writer’s Best Medicine
I am sitting in the lush and comfortable living room of a heritage home Bed & Breakfast as I write this. I am not on vacation, but rather resting with my feet up after preparing a gourmet breakfast for the guests who are staying here. Yes, I work here off and on...
The Tao of Writing – A Way of Life
What Is The Tao? In its most basic definition, The Tao is natural law, or how things happen. It can also be described as a way of life, or how to live in conscious harmony with the natural law. With this description in mind, I wanted to explore The Tao further as to...
Writers and Coffee – A Match Made In Heaven
Writers have an almost crazed reputation for being notorious coffee drinkers, and I would venture to guess there isn't another group of people who have a closer association with drinking copious amounts of the brew than writers. There are a lot of writers I know who...
Writing Close To The Bone – Part Two
I am sitting in a cozy chair in the living room while I begin writing close to the bone. I can hear the tic...tic of the clock on the wall. The sound of the fridge humming in the background is almost soothing. Too much silence can be loud. The cat is purring on the...
Writing Close To The Bone – The Art & Practice of Coming Undone
I am sitting at my desk as I write this. From my window everything looks a bit bleak, bare, and grey. Even the sky looks chilly, pulling the clouds in close like a warm blanket. A few geese have just flown by, honking on their way to hopefully, somewhere warmer. Such...
A Unified Language of Love
A blessed downpour of rain has just fallen across the valley where I live after five days of sweltering heat and humidity, which called for Environment Canada to issue heat alerts for all five days while the humidex climbed close to 40. I've just finished preserving...
Two Words For The Inexpressible
As this year draws to an end, I wish to utter to the Divine the only two words that come to mind when one is attempting to express the inexpressible. "Thank You." As I write this, the sun is breaking through the clouds casting streams of golden light across...
Beneath the Surface
I was reflecting this morning on a conversation I had with my 13 year old daughter, who was telling me about an art project she was working on at school. It was a self-portrait, and she was describing how she chose not to do an actual self-portrait, but something...
Breaking Free
I had a dream last night that I was walking up a hill, bare-breasted, along the side of a heavily trafficked road. I felt defiant and free, and did not have a care in the world for the drivers in all the cars that were speeding by. No one stopped or honked or slowed...
Creed of Mastery
It’s one thing to talk about Love, think about it, or even write about it for that matter. It’s quite another to be it and live it. Love isn’t something that you do. It’s not an action. It’s something that you are. It’s a state of being. And sadly, most...
A Mother’s Heart Confesses To The Lost Ones
Author’s Note: I wrote this letter in 2009 when my daughter was eleven. I’d shoved it in a file with all intentions to work on it a little bit more to make sure it made sense to her. I found it yesterday as I was cleaning out some old stuff. I had forgotten all about...
Life…Unplugged
...and the still, small voice said, "Life as it IS, not as you perceive it, will humble you to your knees. Some already see it as it is, some are just beginning to, and some are catching brief glimpses of it. This is not some special gift for only a chosen few. It...
Poets & Angels Rising in Love
I'm sure you've heard the saying, "and the meek shall inherit the earth." I like to imagine "the meek" as the energy of poets and angels. Yes, you know who you are. You are the ones hanging out on the fringes of society, peering in with the longing to belong somehow,...
The Miracle of Everything
It's a beautiful fall morning, and I have just returned from a hike in the woods. As I came around a bend, something caught my eye in a tree. It was a turkey vulture sitting on a branch and facing the sun as it rose over the crest of a hill. I mention to people...
The Soup of Existence
I have just made a warming, delicious soup for a friend who is coming over for lunch today. Creamy potato and leek with chunks of celery and carrot. I'll top it with some fresh cilantro and a drizzle of the most exquisite, pure, olive oil that my mother brought me...
Knowing Where Love Is
It's a wet, autumn morning. Grey sky, loud drips of rain on the windowsill and a heavy mist that is muting the colors of the moment. Dualistic Conditioning How often do we feel like the weather? When it's brilliant and sunny, we feel alive, vibrant and light. When...