August 21, 2014
So I’ve been having dreams for a while now about “walking the path.” I wrote a poem about it a while back. Recently, I had this “being at the crossroads” dream, and it was so very vivid – my feet hurt as if I’d been traveling and I was exhausted, even though I’d just woken up from a full night’s sleep.
Starting in on my morning routine, I began to fold some laundry. I brought my son’s clothes into his room, where he was still snug in bed, since it was early. He said something to me, in a mumble-y, groggy voice.
“Did you turn down that path?” he said to me.
I was really startled by this. His eyes were closed.
I said, “what, honey?”
Even though he was still asleep, he said it this time with some vehemence.
“Did you turn down that path?!?” he asked.
Not sure how he knew about my dream, especially since he was still asleep. But what in the world does it all mean? What path am I supposed to take? Does “turn down” mean to go in that direction, or to reject it? Wonder if there is such a thing as a Dreamscape Linguist. I’ve got a real mystery on my hands!
August 21, 2014
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!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
– Jelaluddin Rumi. Translation by Coleman Barks
August 12, 2014
Justine Musk writes Young Adult Urban Fantasy (not sure if there’s an acronym for that – YAUF?) and her blog is spicy and meaty at the same time.
“You have an inner source code – a soulcode — that holds the secret to where you belong in the world.” Justine Musk, “your passion quest”.
August 3, 2014
Do any of you other writers out there have this problem? I’ve had to give up gigs in which I had to critique other writers’ work – including one of my faves, writing movie reviews for Festival of Films. I fudged it well enough with this post about Les Miserables and this one reviewing Cloud Atlas, but I just couldn’t bring myself to tear down another writer’s work.
Is there such a thing as “constructive criticism” – one writer to another?
July 13, 2014
This dress of flesh, vested with my essence
comprised of skin, synapse, and sinew,
isn’t meant to be some random receptacle
of ennui, contempt, regret.
We are not the sum total of what life has thrown at us.
We are more than all the pain of the past.
Once you let go, you’ll be amazed: life can regenerate.
We can stand at the Intersection of Everything.
At the Nexus of Nebulas.
We can stare into the sun and see the vast expanse before us
or we can look back at the dark matter and say it cannot be.
So what do you lose if you try one more time?
Walk with me, wherever you are. You’ll never pass this way again.