Well, it happened and ole slow poke got chastened for dawdling on the path, falling behind the group, and then missing the turn off and heading down the wrong path. In my defense, the right path didn’t look like a path at all. Isn’t that so often the case, when you don’t really know what …
My inner child was in a bad mood this morning. Perhaps it was the missing time that prevented me from writing after morning meditation. I’m not quite sure how that happened (darned aliens!) – I got up at five, ran down the hall to change into my yoga clothes where I wouldn’t bother my yoga …
Sometimes when I sit down to write, I don’t know what to write. Just start writing, I tell myself. Just write that you don’t know what to write and take it from there. Eventually something comes to me, and I’m off to the races. Sometimes I lie in bed, thinking that I should get up. …
I was talking to someone the other day who works from time to time on photo shoots. She described the personalities – generic not specific – of the participants: the photographer, the money (the client for whom the photos are being taken), wardrobe, make-up, hair, oh and the model. Each person a large personality who …
Back in the ‘80’s, I read a sci-fi book – don’t ask me the name; I think it was lost when my apartment flooded in the ‘90s – that was set in the future. It was part of a series, each book focusing on a different “colony” of people living on earth. At that point, …
