Book One
past and present
My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stories are like guideposts to my heart…
~Haruki Murakami
for warmer days
Sometimes what we learn and who we become in the process of waiting is even more important than what we’re waiting for.
~ unknown
“The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.”
~ May Sarton
we were in between nor’easters. feeling restless, we packed our toothbrushes, hopped in the car and drove to Maine. with no particular destination in mind, we ended up in Portland for the night. we walked all over the city, people watching, testing out some local culinary goodness, just enjoying being by the sea. there is a sense of randomness and freedom in taking little trips like this..and somehow it got me to thinking about my work. I want that sense of freedom and randomness here too. I don’t want my work to be measured in number of “likes”. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now and I’m finally disabling the “like” and “comment” buttons. It’s so wonderful if you enjoy visiting here and even more wonderful that no one should feel the pressure to always comment or press that little like button. so from now on, this will be a pressure free site.
should you have a question or concern, you may always email me, my address is on my home page.
I’m doing my work, then stepping back..
Fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people’s approval and you will be their prisoner.
Do your work, then step back.
The only path to serenity.
during these last few weeks of winter
a change of scenery
Trying something new..
film photography
and finding some beautiful light around my house
as the days grow longer
(I know, I need to dust my dining room table)
March has come in like a lion
as I write this, the snow is coming down hard
the 2nd major storm to hit us this month
after living in New England for so many years
I’ve become more accepting..and patient
spring will come in her own good time
Last night, while on my search for inspiration, I came across a couple things I’d like to share with you:
This won the Oscar for Best Short Film. Heartbreaking in many ways but inspiring to see how creativity can be life saving.
a thought provoking article
“Tired of Perfection”
In search of this perfection we’re losing the poetic. The grit. The nuance. I see less and less story. Less humanity. I’m all in on beauty, but that’s not even what I’m seeing. It’s all just so damn saccharine. My god, all the shiny, happy – perfect – people. It must be exhausting trying to be all that all the time.
read the entire article HERE.
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“Of course, there will always be those who look only at technique, who ask ‘how’, while others of a more curious nature will ask ‘why’. Personally, I have always preferred inspiration to information.”
~ Man Ray
Licht Years 