IN MY DAY, I’VE MADE MY SHARE OF COLLAGES. ALL KINDS OF COLLAGES. Vision boards. Treasure maps. Collages of dreams (the waking kind). And more collages of dreams (the sleeping kind). Even a collage of carefully selected images meant to reflect my purpose in life, the pith of who I am and where I’m going. A … Continue reading
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Eight Black Shoes
A few days ago I entered the bedroom, kicked off my shoes, and laughed. Not a big, robust laugh. But rather a quick, take-you-by-surprise laugh. Sort of an abbreviated chuckle. The kind that shows up unexpectedly and stops you in your tracks, reminding you that yes, this is your life. Know what I mean? On … Continue reading
