If I were to tell you, you had the strength to raise an army, would you believe me? Would you allow others to willingly rally for your cause, and lift you high? Would you allow this protective movement of soldiers to barrel towards you, and feel the love ribboning through? And…
Traversing through miles of partly lush, partly dry farmland, acres of plantain trees and sugar cane fields, our road trip motored us past silhouettes of volcanos rising from the horizon, hovering over the two-lane highway that chicken buses, big rigs, herds of cows, motorcycles, horse-drawn carts, and our Land Cruisers all shared in not-so-equal…
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Let’s start with the worst of times. My first dreaded experience receiving dental care in Nicaragua was not ideal. Suffering from an infected molar in need of healing and extracting was not ideal either. So, practicing as many “teeth” and…
This week, I tried several times but failed to catch inspiration by the tail. Instead, I caught a sore throat, and a potentially scratched eye, and caught news that a root canal is in my near future. I caught up on sleep by way of much-needed naps. These were the best catches…
For years, I’ve rejected the term “lucky”. To be called “lucky” always felt as if good things happen to you accidentally. You claim the parking spot at the front, “You are so lucky.” You get to travel the world and see amazing sights? “Wow – so lucky!” You live by the beach? …
The full body flight suit I wore was blue, puffy, and unflattering. The helmet tightened over my head, the goggles beetling my eyes, and straps harnessing my chest, my crotch, my waist, my wrists. No one said skydiving was going to be pretty. Actually, no one said it was going to be fun…
Often, writers, myself included, tackle topics that will resonate, topics that will trend, topics that will gain applause or shares, or whatever. Topics that align with our own sense of self-branding I guess. When called to write, but feel a flight of crows chaos in direction or a vacant lot of inspiration,…
Self-acceptance has been a heavy theme this week, emerging from several unconnected conversations with friends and clients. This has been especially true for me this week. Every day, I experienced false starts with my writing, and with other projects with which I am trying to progress. In truth, landing back in Nicaragua (after…
This week I have been struck by inspiration. Not mid-yoga pose, nor ambling down a sunset beach. But somewhere 36,000 or so miles above the ground, seated tightly in the middle seat of coach, soaring towards Los Angeles. Inspiration struck then. And it struck me in a way that might interest a few of…
Plans changing mid-flight. Years ago, I read that line from a poem I found amongst my mother’s things, stacked in a beat-up cardboard box, cob-webbed over from years of shelf life in our dark and stuffy garage. It could be that she wrote this poem, being a writer herself. In my memory,…