Category Archives: creative process

compassion lives here

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Rumi, The Guest House   A walk in the garden, spying on sparrow with its inspiring rhapsody and the robins’ intrepid darting. A melancholy,…

taking care of ourselves with words

Yesterday I wrote a very short story about a girl who was wide-awake. Today I fell into a deep sleep again. And now, with these words, the light turns on. I am flowing. Sometimes I can’t believe how much this body experiences. Stress, the way it hovers in the chest, a heart-burning for some relief…

this listening gift

I I love to listen to birds and images, as much as to people. There are many ways I love to listen:  I listen with my eyes…     and my imagination…    I listen to colours…  and to shadows… and to black and white…    Perhaps it is my favourite gift, this listening.

Sing I Must

Learning to love a landscape, like learning to love anything, means learning its details and noticing the way in which one’s involvement with those details is interesting and influential. Davis, Luce-Kapler & Sumara   I awoke from a dream in which the world outside was in the midst of an intense storm whose high winds sounded like…

author author

  My dear friend Ariana Salvo tagged me as one of her favourite writers, to be part of ‘The Next Big Thing”. It works like this: an author answers the ten questions below on his/her blog and then tags up to 5 other writers to do the same the following Wednesday.You’ll find the links to my favourites below,…