Making a Mess

I’ve always tended towards messiness. There was a brief period, just after entering into motherhood, during which I tried to control the tides of chaos by becoming just a bit manic, but it didn’t last long. I easily reverted back into surrender to the disorder of my life. I have yet to become, in any…
Conditions of Creativity

The Perspective of Suffering

Sitting Still

Dearest Friend, Today… a little poem for you. To say hello. It’s time to begin… again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sitting Still I sat still and allowed the chrysalis to form around me. As the clock counted down, everything liquefied. All thought and form became intangible. They were lost to me. I sat still…
Forgetting My Words

Dearest Friend, Let me tell you about the time I lost my mind. To tell you the truth, it happens all the time. My highly successful selective amnesia has erased the painful peaks of heartbreak, childbirth, and too many martinis, leaving only benign flatlands that are much easier to navigate. Multiple times a…
Growing Wings

The Countdown

Dearest Friend, Happy Mother’s Day to all of you who’ve either been or had a mother! Whatever that experience means for you, it is certainly a shared thread between every person on this planet. My beautiful girl and I started celebrating on Saturday, and I’m thinking TWO days is a much more appropriate amount of…
The Art of Art

Dearest Friend, I gave myself the luxurious gift of two writer’s retreats in the past few weeks, and it was as wonderful as my highest expectations. The piece below was inspired by a rich conversation about the obstacles to writing, although the principles apply to any creative pursuit. I hope you find it useful, and…
Why Crappy Stuff Happens

One might imagine that while climbing the enlightenment ladder things get easier – life circumstances shift, bringing rainbow unicorns to our doorsteps to carry us off into the sunset. Gosh, how I wish that were true. But it directly conflicts with the whole point of this wild ride we call life. Here’s how it rolls…
Excuse Me, This is My Seat
