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March 7, 2012

Aimless Love – an Exercise

“But my heart is always propped up in a field on its tripod ready for the next arrow.” — Billy Collins, “Aimless Love” Aimless Love, An Exercise I’ve borrowed this writing prompt from brilliant author Cate DiCamillo, who was inspired to create this writing exercise based on the Billy Collins poem. I find it a shining portal to imagining. My answers are below, but if you’d like to play along, here’s how it goes: Imagine your heart as a target in a field. Begin by describing the field. Describe the tripod. Describe your heart. Name the arrows. Describe the sound the […]
July 14, 2011

The Other Side of the Wishing Coin

As I’m packing up my studio and readying Duirwaigh Studios for a new adventure, I catch myself repeating “I am an awesome receiver.” Not a doer. Not an achiever. I open up my palms and breathe deep to remind myself that opening up and letting go are key to living my dreams. Funny how we are so geared toward accomplishment in this culture. We see something, we want it. It’s natural. We dream. We plot. We plan. But so many times we forget that it’s the receiving muscle that allows our dreams to find us. It’s the other side of […]
November 25, 2010

Fortunate

I. I can’t get his words from my mind. Not all of us are blessed with a Tink. You are a fortunate soul, Angi Sullins. Fortunate. Yet I sting. I sting with the memory of her body in my arms. Pierced by a rattle snake seized by a heart attack, her back arched in a sudden and violent spasm, her bladder voiding on my red tshirt in the final moments of release, the inevitable collapse against my chest as her spirit flew away. She left me in the purple of twilight in the silence of the first stars. No warning […]
October 7, 2010

Go to the Door Laughing

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness Some momentary awareness comes As an unexpected visitor. Welcome, and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows Who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture. Still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice Go to the door laughing And invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes For each has been sent As a guide from beyond. ~Rumi Saturday morning I was not […]

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