Your story matters. Write it. Speak it. Stand up for it.
I haven’t had a regular writing practice since I left the newspaper last year in May. I took a desk job, which offers regular hours but doesn’t allow for writing group attendance on Thursday mornings, a part of my weekly schedule for almost 15 years. I miss my writing comrades. I miss the feedback and …
Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long. — Walker Evans, 1960
I’m reading a book by Natalie Goldberg called “The True Secret of Writing: Connecting Life with Language.” I don’t know when I bought it; or perhaps I was gifted it because I don’t recall a purchase.
[This piece was first published in the Greenville Daily News on March 3, 2021.] It’s been four weeks since I took myself — by ambulance — to the emergency room of my local hospital with the most excruciating pain I have felt in my life. Now, I’m no lightweight when it comes to pain. I’ve …
[I'm sharing this post because I found it incredible useful in this brain-numbing time of the coronavirus pandemic. Enjoy! ~ Karen] A post by Leo Babauta over at Zen Habits I’ve talked with several people lately who have tasks lists from the floor to the ceiling, and it just overwhelms them. They’re not alone — …
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A wise teacher once told me that, by continuing to read about and study a particular topic — with the idea that, only when I thoroughly understood that topic could I take action on it — I was stalling. Take this blog post, which I promised myself I’d write weeks ago. I’ve written plenty of …
— Read on wsquared.blog/2020/03/02/life-is-amazing/
I found this in my drafts, and have idea whether I shared it before. I couldn't locate it so what the heck, I'll post it, maybe again. When the lilac dawn crawls up blood-red brick over white painted steel like a bruise, its silver shadows fall first on the tall broad-faced sunflowers. Even in prison, …
Your desires are not random. They are the map your feet should follow. ~ Andrea Balt
A most amazing poem by David Whyte.
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