Just in time for Halloween, I share a trick and treat designed to get writers writing (and having fun) in spite of work/life demands.
Within these pages, I encountered something I doubt I’ve seen in any other children’s book; something I never though I’d run across; something so shocking, I almost didn’t write this post.
The challenge: 105,000 spoken words. 110 unique voices. Can I pull it off?
The bear track halted my run. It and a string of identical cousins imprinted the sandy trail ahead of me. If I paid no attention to the crescent moons pressed by the claws, the tracks resembled a child’s delicate footprint. Rounded, plump indents. Chubby toes. The cherubic tread traveled north on the trail, the same… Continue reading My Bearings
A five-week beginner meditation class? Right now? In the middle of letting go…processing loss…the death of my wildest dreams? Yes, please! For the first class, I and fifty other beginners settled on the zafu cushions at the local Dharma Center and listened to the instructor’s lectures on mindfulness, the Four Noble Truths, accepting the inevitability… Continue reading When the Words Breathe