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on this side of the mirror
in my bedroom on this side of the mirror, i see a world of collected treasures. many given to me by my most precious treasures– the souls i share this life with. things made by hands i have held (and loved). flowers, now dried given to me by little people with cherubic grace. (buttercups, dandelions…
what wants to die?
I drew the Death card from The Mythic Tarot two days in a row. I’m paying attention to that. I’m writing a show right now. It’s a big undertaking to open to a story wanting to be told through you. It’s one thing to perform someone else’s work or just to write something and close…
Shalom [or holding the world in my arms]
I remember attending a celebration in honor of Martin Luther King, Jr. when my oldest daughter was a young girl. The experience of having such overwhelming love and compassion for the world was still new to me back then and I spent many moments feeling such a deep connection to the world, I felt as…
beneviolence
be·nevi·o·lence /bəˈnɛ vahy-uh-luhns/ –noun 1. desire to do harm to others and make one’s point while appearing to exhibit goodwill or charitableness. 2. an act of passive-aggressive violence all prettied up with politically correct or “spiritual” words. After reading an email I received from someone today, John coined this clever term. I have been on…
how to live, love and create
Someone recently asked me for tips on being a good writer. I thought about it and realize that it really applies to everything in life. This is all pretty obvious, I suppose, but it’s what I’ve learned the hard way. It’s advice I would give anyone at any stage of life: Find yourself. Get a…