Just to recap: Season 1 opened with Continue reading “Welcome to Season 4”
Back from vacation, with my brain as slow as a lime in an oceanside cerveza. Only now can I see how much my mind works overtime. Like the 405 freeway every brain lane is full, with thoughts honking and swerving to pass each other, overloading themselves to get into that carpool lane and move.
But now, clear air. Wide open country lanes are few but free, ideas fueling the engine to get things in motion.
The freedom comes NOT from multi-multi-multi-tasking, not from getting it all done so that it would be all done.
Instead: Continue reading “Breathing Still”
Some days I want to stay inside the house, inside myself, like Emily Dickinson. It’s all too fuzzy to bring out into the light.
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To Tell one’s name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
But somehow tucked away inside that 1860’s Massachusetts home she dared the gap between herself and her paper.
Sparking from the paper to the world, was for her, too wide a gap, and I can quite see why – Continue reading “The Writer’s Hammer”