Finding Acceptance in Surprising Places
What if the new life we look for (in publication, in success) might also be found elsewhere?
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What if the new life we look for (in publication, in success) might also be found elsewhere?
Finding Acceptance in Surprising Places Read More »
The craft of writing can transform what might otherwise be naval gazing or isolationism into a contemplative practice, one that embraces both the full range of our diversity as well as our singular unity.
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Call me a spiritually obsessed literary geek, but the little spiritual wisdom I can claim I’ve gleaned from grammar.
Holy First Person Singular, Batman! Read More »
You’ve got to deconstruct the old to make room for the new, whether it’s a hallway or a soul. Or, in the case of writers, a rough draft. Or, in the case of climate change, old energy dependencies. Or, in the case of a broken democracy, old complacencies.
Repaint! Repent! Revise! Read More »
Isn’t curiosity marvelous? Something sparks your interest, and you’re off—questioning, learning, exploring, pondering. Say you meet someone new, share a bit about yourself, and they’re genuinely curious; suddenly you’re deep in conversation, sharing details about yourself or your work that you rarely otherwise disclose, and you begin to wonder whether this person might become a
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The spiritual path requires letting go of what doesn’t give us life and giving ourselves wholly to what does. From the outside this can look dire, but from the inside the story’s quite different.
Freedom in Constriction Read More »
The story itself—the emergent life inside the inspiration—is a dynamic participant in the creative process.
How does creation happen? Read More »
Just as language can never fully represent me on the page, I, in all my thinking, breathing, creating glory, can never fully represent my ultimate Self. And so I let the little me go.
Developing the Inner Witness Read More »
The journal is a writer’s compost bin. It’s tucked out back, behind the fence or along the alley where the smell won’t waft into the kitchen and the fruit flies won’t irritate the gardeners. You add to it daily, or at least whenever you’ve got a heaping bucket of scraps (read: baggage) to unload.
The Journal: The Writer’s Compost Read More »
Writing, I suspect, is one way we can inhabit that liminal space right before prayer becomes prayer.
Writing as Listening Read More »