Curatives for the Soul: Part 2 – Meditation
Adding to journaling’s daily benefits are those times I spend meditating. The benefits of quiet time with the mind are vast and far too many to cover in a short post here, but I’ll share the ones that...
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Curatives for the Soul: Part 1 - Journaling
Days when I journal followed by meditation are ones filled with more peace, creative flow, and open thinking than days when they’re absent. These simple and passive activities quietly combine into powerful...
OED Holy Grail? Check.
We who are word nerds love a good dictionary. And is there a better one out there than the Oxford English Dictionary (OED)? In my mind, the OED is the holy grail of English dictionaries.
From a very long time ago (going back decades), I’ve looked on and off
The Wind In My Sail
Arise each morning from a good night’s rest,
to work the early zone, my creative best.
Start each day well-fed, well-meant,
and every hour, live the moment.
Write daily to deep thought, illuminating places
like dark corners and untapped graces.
Be physical daily without easy excuses,
through walks, exercises,
Channeling Jack London
On a recent chilly winter morning, I bundled up and headed out for my early morning walk. As I listened to The Writer’s Almanac, Garrison Keillor announced it was Jack London’s birthday. As Keillor, in his well-recognized baritone voice, shared some of London’s hardships during his pre-novel
Serenity and Stability
When I stumbled onto this phrase in some readings and thought about these ideal living goals, the alliteration make me think of Jane Austen. I must confess I’ve read none of her books, or if I had, they were in high school or college and long forgotten. Perhaps this
Practicing Bibliomancy
What does “bibliomancy” mean? I’m familiar with the concept, but until recently never knew what it was called. Nor did I realize so many people practiced this in an alternative form. I’ve done this countless times in the past and still occasionally explore new knowledge through this practice,
Writer's Muse
She sits there drinking beer, slumped in my papa san chair, leg bouncing up and down hinged at the knee, while staring out the window in feigned boredom. Some muse I have. I’m stuck with this blank page and she’s more intent on a beer buzz.
Where’s
Winter
Winter
I fear the cold
the kind that’s deep;
preserves or kills,
while fast asleep.
Yet as the snow
settles down from sky,
my mind finds peace
without knowing why.
Pure white innocence
lingering pleasantly,
is but a ruse
to fool us presently.
The wind that’s harsh
is
Morning Glory
These days I rise early. It’s not eagerness to get into my morning creative zone; some credit to that arc of life eventually making us all morning people.
Most mornings after shutting off the alarm, I try to get to my desk and begin writing soon. In between there’