What happens when you get this sudden burst of creative energy and get manically inspired? How do you hold onto that feeling? If it’s mania, your body cannot sustain it too long. There’s days and days that pass where I write a run-of-the-mill, ho-hum journal entry only. They seem like such wasted days. This stuff… Continue reading Being inspired: holding on.
You’re alive or you’re dead. This is true physically, as in your body is still functioning and thriving, the blood pumping, oxygen rich, or it’s not. But it’s so true about our other insides, our souls, our selves. I saw Three Dog Night last night. They have been together since 1968. One of the guys… Continue reading You’re alive or you’re dead.
Life can be challenging. We have all experienced the roller coaster of sorrow, bliss, loss, and joy. Tragedy and comedy are so much a part of the human experience, that’s it’s hard to tell the difference at times. All of this life, all these experiences and the resulting feelings would be nothing without someone to… Continue reading What a wonderful world.
I saw Gordon Lightfoot last week. He is 79 years young and he was amazing. My favorite song of his is ‘If You Could Read My Mind,’ but ‘Sundown‘ really rocked. I mean, as much as a folk concert can rock. I’m not religious or spiritual and live music seems to affect that part of… Continue reading And you won’t read that book again.
Since I turned 40 last year, I’ve been sort of negatively fixated on this age, as if it’s some sort of beginning of a decline. Psychologically, this is an age where one questions what she has done in and with her life. Despite our ages, how many of us keep alive our dreams and wonderment,… Continue reading It is just a number.
What even is love? Love is, of course, a feeling. I guess the real question is what is romantic love. I guess the real question I’m looking at is how does one determine if one is in love or has the potential for love? There’s lust, which is amazing and, in its own way, tricky.… Continue reading Mirror in the sky.
A lot of people love this time of year and I am one of them. It’s got such lovely qualities: the leaves changing, the air smells crisp, and the slight chill that gradually invades each end of summer day. The fall tends to creep in, gentle and quiet, like a lover getting back into bed… Continue reading Morphing into autumn.
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