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27 09, 2022

This is the Time, and I Will Find the Way

By |2022-09-27T15:57:49+00:00September 27th, 2022|Creativity, Spirit, The Bardic Life|2 Comments

Please take a minute and think of something that has been bothering you, perhaps even for a long time. Like me, you likely have a swirl of thoughts about this thing. You want it to change but you are stymied in some way. It’s too hard, too expensive, there are multiple players, it could [...]

29 08, 2022

What is really going on when we say “really”?

By |2022-08-29T19:39:39+00:00August 29th, 2022|Artistry, Creativity, Love, Spirit, The Bardic Life|2 Comments

Who are you “really”? Our minds are constantly doing their best to sort things into categories that will save us time as we build our case about reality. This is a “good thing,” we say, or “a bad thing.” This person is safe or not safe, to be trusted or not, smart or foolish, [...]

19 07, 2022

Stories to Kindle Caring on a Warming Planet

By |2022-07-19T17:33:35+00:00July 19th, 2022|Artistry, Creativity, Love, Spirit|Comments Off on Stories to Kindle Caring on a Warming Planet

You know, we really need fairytales. We need songs. We need stories and poems and proverbs and other expressions of human creativity and experience. This is not extra – a bit of liberal arts fluff, as many claim with a patronizing smile. No, this is central to the development of what I call a [...]

27 06, 2022

The Fairytale of YOU

By |2022-06-27T19:52:23+00:00June 27th, 2022|Artistry, Creativity, Poetry, The Bardic Life|Comments Off on The Fairytale of YOU

Hello, friends! Today I'd like to share with you a fun way to create a fairytale-inspired poem-story about YOU. I invented this exercise to use with young poets I'm guiding currently and we've all enjoyed it so much. Here's what you do: Fill in the blanks here: "Once there was a X named Y." For [...]

27 04, 2022

Wisdom from my Older Self

By |2022-04-27T16:15:06+00:00April 27th, 2022|Artistry, Creativity, Learning, Love, Spirit, The Bardic Life|Comments Off on Wisdom from my Older Self

We carry within us many selves and I find it's very much worth asking them questions from time to time. You can talk to the child within you, to the artist, to the happy person, to the king or queen. All that's necessary is to ask a question and listen. I promise that when [...]

1 04, 2022

Just Because

By |2022-04-01T16:00:19+00:00April 1st, 2022|Creativity, Spirit, The Bardic Life|Comments Off on Just Because

Just because someone is unable or unwilling to listen doesn't mean you're not worth listening to. Just because someone else doesn't find it interesting doesn't mean it's not interesting. Just because someone says it should be done this way doesn't mean that's the right way for you. Just because someone overlooks the beauty doesn't [...]

8 03, 2022

How I Get Things Done (and a story)

By |2022-03-08T15:02:24+00:00March 8th, 2022|Artistry, Learning, Love, The Bardic Life|Comments Off on How I Get Things Done (and a story)

I promise I will tell you how, but first I must share a confession: Sometimes, I don’t. Get things done, that is. Sometimes, I simply obey some inner voice that tells me it’s not time yet. That can be scary because almost daily we are snarled at to “just do it,” or “suck it [...]

24 02, 2022

Loving Anyway After the Mess

By |2022-02-24T17:43:44+00:00February 24th, 2022|Love, Spirit, The Bardic Life|2 Comments

Scarlet red ink everywhere. Just moments before, I was enjoying a peaceful time writing in my journal using an old-fashioned dip pen and a bottle of German ink. My desk (one of three!) sits at the front of the house where I can admire the lake in all her moods and changes. The [...]

31 01, 2022

A Fountain Pen Lesson

By |2022-01-31T17:30:26+00:00January 31st, 2022|Artistry, Creativity, Love, Spirit, The Bardic Life|Comments Off on A Fountain Pen Lesson

It may be just late January, it may be the pandemic that drags on and keeps us confined and separate from each other and from so many happy plans and occupations we'd ordinarily pursue, it may just be a chapter of my own story, but lately I've been feeling a bit blue. It's not dreadful. [...]

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