The garden is a meditation practice…In the garden one can see the time coming for both fruition and for dying back. In the garden one is moving with rather than against the inhalations and exhalations of greater wild Nature. Through this meditation we acknowledge that the Life/Death/Life cycle is a natural one. Both live-giving and … Continue reading »
The Destroyer becomes our ally when we recognize the need to change or give something up without denying the pain or grief involved. -Carol S. Pearson, Awakening the Heroes Within This morning I woke up thinking about Carol Pearson. The spirals came later. Actually, I was thinking about something Carol said eight years ago in … Continue reading »
And so, we come to the end of the story of 2012. If you’ve been here recently you know I’m celebrating the past year with a series of prompts that help me look at 2012 as if it were a mythic story. I’m letting the words, images, colors, symbols and metaphors tumble out in ways … Continue reading »
Last week I decided it would be fun and meaningful to look back on 2012 as if it were a mythic story. I created a series of prompts that are a little different from the usual year-in-review suspects. I started with the call to adventure that’s a part of all mythic stories: deep yearning, love … Continue reading »
Bette Davis. Tallulah Bankhead. Anne Bancroft. Elizabeth Taylor. Stockard Channing. Guess what I have in common with these glorious women? Well, at one time or another in our lives, we all played the same role on stage: Regina in The Little Foxes. Regina is a part that’s been coveted by many women for decades. Regina is what I … Continue reading »
You’ve heard the story of Hansel and Gretel, right? You know, the two kids who were unceremoniously abandoned by their parents in the forest, then lured to a gingerbread cottage by a sneaky witch with an appetite for young children. So. Things looked pretty bleak for them. But they were a savvy duo, and by … Continue reading »
You may not know it yet, but you want to wail at the top of your lungs. You want to stand on the heath barely dressed and invite the storm like mad King Lear. You want to feel the battering winds tears streaming mascara running. Not giving a damn. There are waves, too, crashing below. … Continue reading »
Long ago it was David Burns who got me thinking differently about motivation. I still remember reading his classic, Feeling Good. There was a moment when my spine straightened, body coming to full attention as I read a certain passage over and over again. Within that passage was this nugget of wisdom: waiting around for motivation … Continue reading »
Remember Hedda Gabler? The very confused and somewhat unbalanced heroine in Ibsen’s play of the same name? You know, that racy play from 1890? The one that’s full of all sorts of juicy stuff for its time: scandal, early feminism, alcoholism, suicide, jealousy, sexism, infidelity, creativity. What’s that you say? You mean you don’t have … Continue reading »
Me. Many years ago. A high school corridor. I’m stopped by two girls, vaguely familiar, with notebooks in hand. Brunette and blonde. Ready to write. “We’re doing a story for the school paper,” the brunette tells me. “Can we ask you a question?” “Yeah, sure!” “Cool! What famous person do you wish you could trade … Continue reading »
