All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls! ~Thomas Carlyle I found so much insight and joy last week from your comments about story. You captured the galvanizing impact that story has had on people for thousands of … Continue reading
Tell me a story. In this century, and moment, of mania, tell me a story. Make it a story of great distances, and starlight. The name of the story will be time, But you must not speak its name. Tell me a story of deep delight. –Robert Penn Warren On my desk sits a stack … Continue reading
It was shaping up to be a ragged week. As much as the parched California landscape needs the rain, and as grateful as I am that El Nino has purportedly arrived, the onslaught required a period of adjustment for me. And of course, the first storms of the year brought with them the minor aggravations … Continue reading
To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. -Agnes De Mille This week I’m in clean slate/fresh start mode, purging old files and documents. And in the process of digging through my hard drive I’ve unearthed some old newsletters that I wrote in years past. Yes, back in the day … Continue reading
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. -Annie Dillard Happy New Year! My holiday was refreshing, but it’s also nice to be back in my cozy blogging cockpit. My engines are revved up and I feel ready to fly into 2010. So. We made it. Another year. Another decade. … Continue reading
These days, I am far more interested in self-acceptance than in further improvements. Seems to me that a good deal of pop psychology is thinly veiled self-rejection. Of course, I want to continue to discover more about life and myself. I just don’t want to miss the quiet knowing that has always been present. –Jonathan Young … Continue reading
“The smallest feline is a masterpiece.” -Leonardo DaVinci This is Kung Pao. And no, I didn’t give him that name. In fact, I have a habit of naming cats after characters from old movies. So knowing what I do about him now, I’d probably call him Sheridan Whiteside. From The Man Who Came to Dinner. … Continue reading
Earlier this week I wrote about fear and a common story that often gives it juice: The Orphan story. If this is your first time here and you’re in a rush (gearing up for Thanksgiving and all), you don’t need to go back and read my last piece. Nope, you can think about the story … Continue reading
Loads of words have been written about fear. Enough to fill pages and pages. In fact, I suspect that if you laid all those pages end to end, they would span the highways and byways of a small state. Like Rhode Island. Maybe even a really big state. Texas perhaps. I don’t know. Geography aside, … Continue reading
The Scene: With Vivaldi’s Four Seasons as background music, the camera pans across a college campus on a fall afternoon in late 1999. The trees are almost bare and the ground beneath is covered with leaves. Students walk quickly to class, bundled up in bulky sweaters that suggest winter is not far off. The camera settles … Continue reading
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