Take a look at some of the places where I like to write. How about you? Where are your most inspiring locations? Can you tune out the voices in your local library or coffee house? Or do the conversations around you spark ideas?
I’ve got two kids, both girls, and they’re nearly eight years apart. Given their age difference, there’s little they have in common, save fighting, which they do often, most especially when our family’s on vacation and they’re forced into each other’s company. Each year, I swear I’ll never go anywhere with them again. But fool that I am, I do it anyway.
Let’s talk about the seasons: Fall, Winter, Spring and Summer. Or is it Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring? There is no official order, of course, but they are ordered nonetheless, lined up like school children. One follows the other, no pushing to get ahead.
They say youth is wasted on the young. How silly. You can’t waste what you don’t know you have: the Present. You merely live it. But we who are older and oh so much wiser, look back — or is it look down? — on the young and tsk, tsk. We see opportunities lost, the seeds of poor decisions planted in shallow ground.
The Buddha once asked a student, “If a person is struck by an arrow, is it painful?” The student replied, “It is.” The Buddha then asked, “If the person is struck by a second arrow, is that even more painful?” The student replied again, “It is.” The Buddha then explained…
Sometimes you have to pause and live in the moment. But as you grow, your writing grows.
A montage of my writing life.
Happy Valentine’s Day! I’d like to talk to you about something I love: writing! Why write? Why do you write? My video below goes into more detail. Click to view it on Facebook. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
A few weeks ago I shared a personal problem with my advisory board: the loose grouping of friends and colleagues whose opinions I trust and sometimes even listen to. Their words were wise but I was still undecided, and so I decided to see an intuitive who lived on the outskirts of town.
What’s the difference between a coincidence and a sign of some other force at work? To me, they are distinct phenomena, however muddled their boundaries may be. I think of coincidences as generally happy happenstance: You hum a song and moments later, it’s on the radio.