This is going to be my last post for awhile. As the year draws to a close and rethinking reshapes itself into resolutions, I too have reached some conclusions.
The life of a creative is a lonely life. It is also an outdated model. For hand-in-hand with the emerging business trend to work remotely is the trend, . . . → Read More: Partnership
Quantum physics scrambles labels. Indeed, underlying all life is a rich “scientific” field of “spiritual” mystery that holds our intentions, our dreams and our darkness. Whatever we throw out into the neural network, we get back a thousandfold. Intention-setters, beware!
I was reminded of this recently when I ran across a book review in U.S. World and . . . → Read More: Quantum Luck
I had a Tarot reading on Saturday night. The reader referred to my fifth chakra. There were tears in her eyes. “You heart is closed,” she said, holding her hands over her heart, “and to have what you desire, you must open it.”
A long conversation with a good friend and therapist helped me sort through this . . . → Read More: Acknowledgement
An article in the New York Times a few weeks ago broke my heart and angered my soul. It was about the rapes that are occurring in the African Congo. This particular news story told of repeated rapes on an 80-year-old woman. Of her experience, she says she was “demolished.”
When I read stories like this, the . . . → Read More: Right Work
Recently, I revisited an art book on my bookshelf on Judy Chicago. Chicago is a feminist artist best known for her work The Dinner Party. As I looked at her work, I saw how it chronicled her internal biography and life line: her anger toward men and patriarchy, her validation of the feminine and women and, in . . . → Read More: Artists as Leaders
This morning, I dreamed of my ex. He showed me a piece of land he’d bought, on the side of a mountain in Hawaii, with a view of a cove and sparkling water. It was a place he loved for the diving and its ability to take him deep into another world.
I woke from the dream . . . → Read More: Your Heart’s Desire
For the last year, I have been facing the “battle of the bulge” around my middle. For awhile, I accepted this next phase of life, sad I would no longer where the form-fitting clothes of 40 or 50. Alas, I was finally feeling—and looking—old.
Then I talked with a girlfriend, put myself on the South Beach diet, . . . → Read More: Fat as Messenger
The drummers—there were eight of them—were lined up on the stage like toy soldiers, each with a set of drums and cymbals. One drummer began by calypso-ing a beat. Another drummer responded with a unique cadence. And then another and another and another joined the musical conversation. Within minutes, the entire stage rocked with eight heart . . . → Read More: Remember the Music