Thrown Off Course

There are many moments that come to pass in one’s life. Moments that create different avenues to travel, depending on the action implemented. The determination of which action is needed can be allusive and difficult to conceptualize at times. And let’s not forget the feelings that erupt unexpectedly that throw us off course, causing us […]

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Adventures with Strangers

Every doorway, every intersection has a story. – Katherine Dunn For three months, in my early twenties, I lived on a tour train that traveled between two national parks: Glacier and Yellowstone. We catered to tourists, offering them fancy meals and private porters, as we rode the rail. These tourists came from all over the […]

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Slivers of Time

I woke this morning to gray light coming in through the window. The lingerings of a dream, more a memory, resonated in my mind. When I was attending college in my early twenties, I always made sure to sign up for a dance class. Dancing offered me a reprieve from myself and my life. At […]

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Cornerstone of Life

A man of knowledge lives by acting, not by thinking about acting. – Carlos Castandea The cornerstone of life, or so it seems to me, is the doing of life rather than the thinking of it, though thought does have its place. Life used to be something I considered with very little doing attached, more […]

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Collecting Small Parcels

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. – Sylvia Plath When reading this, all that came to mind was the ultimate of self-doubt—which happened to be the end result of Plath’s […]

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Chapter Story – Part Two

“What?” I said and jerked back. He was wrong, hallucinating most likely. Sebastian was dead. I had been at the funeral, crumpled to the ground, unable to hold my anguish inside. Old Lady Selena had brought hyacinths to the funeral. The scent still made me nauseous.


Time Spent with Friends

Time spent with friends, some new, some familiar—talking, listening, laughing, crying—here we are together, a promise given to me some years ago. To live this life with these friends, to walk this journey with them, with you, I know I’ve been blessed to experience such a life, one worth living, worth witnessing. Gratitude I’m told […]

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Chapter Story – Part One
Cold etched its way across the windowpane, intricate snowflake drawings under a microscope, while the wind and snow whipped and whirled outside. The winter-art spread, similar to salt dispersing watercolor on a canvas as I traced my finger along its ever-increasing pattern.

The freezing pane stung the tip of my finger. I didn’t remove my finger or alter the pressure of skin against the chilled glass; I wanted to endure, not give up. Too many said I’d given up too soon already.


Loving All That We Do

Creativity itself doesn’t care at all about results – the only thing it craves is the process. Learn to love the process and let whatever happens next happen, without fussing too much about it. Work like a monk, or a mule, or some other representative metaphor for diligence. Love the work. Destiny will do what […]

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