“Verba volant, scripta manent” “Spoken words fly away, written words remain” A few weekends ago I was one of a group of authors set up at a homey little library in a homey little town named Umatilla in Central Florida. It’s so homey that the…
Last Sunday morning on a walk with my friend Nancy, we discussed our children as we often do. During this weekly therapy/grounding/forest bathing ritual, we try to cover all necessary topics that need to be aired for the upcoming week.
A new insight… After a couple of festivals and watching people walk off holding my freshly signed book, I had a funny flutter in my belly. It came to me that I was feeling separation anxiety. Now that my story is “out in the world” I have noticed a distinct shift in attachment.
Every book, every story that ever insisted on being written holds meaning for someone. Maybe even many someones! The first step after writing the story the best it can be, is to send it out into the world so that those someones can find it. Many authors have mentioned this phenomenon, this relentless voice in their head that turns into…
Home isn’t always a Christmas card scene: the perfect family gathered in front of a blazing hearth, smiles oozing love. Home is that place within yourself, that core deep inside. Home is that voice that says you’re okay, no matter where you are or who awaits your return. Those you love and those who love you are the foundation, the…
The oddest thing happened last night. I picked up my iPhone and on the screen was a photo of Ozzie, my funny-looking and beloved Jack Russell Terrior. When I closed my screen and reopened, there he was again, evidently set as my background photo, which I did not remember doing. Seems like I would.
Here's what I believe. We live our lives within our own perspectives. And our perspectives are based on what we feel is best for us. And if you believe Darwin and his theories, at least the overview, it all goes back to natural selection and species survival.
This is pretty much a self-serving post?. If you feel magnanimous, read on and share a part of my life right now.
Mother’s Day. The day we honor and give thanks to our mothers for the ultimate gift of life. They cared for us when we were young and helpless, and taught us to mind our Ps and Qs until we wised up enough to have our…
2:41 am. And I’ve already been up twice to pee and pace. Lately I find myself waking up sometime in the wee hours of the morning and wandering through my dark home like a ghost. Each room, with its particular vibe, seems to whisper, reminding…
In Germany they don’t just say Happy New Year; they say Einen Guten Rutsch ins neue jahr, wishing you a good slide into the new year. Ease and fluidity. Possibilities. A chance to look at one’s life and make changes. Maybe a condensed version of…
I never thought of myself as overly nostalgic but now I think I am. Every afternoon I wander upstairs and sit my butt on the carpet to ferret out more memories. It’s telling that the bin sat in our office for the last three years without me digging into it until a few weeks ago.
Occasional thoughts on just about anything.