What is the title of his painting I ask myself. I look at it and think–What have I created here in this work? What is going on with all the
“There are only three kinds of business in the universe: mine, yours, and God’s.” ~ Byron Katie Today, I had the urge to write about something that I was outraged about. I
I am working on my play again after a couple of months of avoiding it. I feel like I am standing in front of a house with no door– and
I dream of a little cage, on the edge of a cliff, where I pretend to live contentedly, rather than learn to swim across the turbulent waters below. Lulled by
I reblogged this post from a few years ago I think I have come a long way from this but some of them still apply. Reasons I get stuck.
Making art teaches me– that life is too precious to rush. I don’t want to miss any miracles. And there are always miracles unfolding. It takes time to truly become
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Live in the question.” Rainer Maria Rilke I love these words. I try to call them up when
Getting ready for making wishes on the full moon, July 3rd. I used to have tea parties with my friend Rachel once a month before she moved to Boston. She
Metamorphosis is a profound change, from one stage to the next, in the life of an organism, as from the caterpillar to the pupa and from the pupa to the
I find stories everywhere and I grab em when nobody’s looking. Sometimes the stories are attached to people I pass on the street. I take the stories home and make
