“I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories from your life–not someone else’s life–water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. That is the work. The only work.” ~ Clarissa … More ‘Manifesto of Dedicated Devotion’
To hatch a crow, a black rainbow Bent in emptiness over emptiness But flying. ~ Ted Hughes I love crows. Crows are some of my closest confidants in this life. I don’t know why, but crows seem to intuitively and completely know me. They swoop into my life during times of turmoil, change, transformation. I consider them … More Where the Crow Flies
I realize that the most fool moments of my life have been the richest ones. Had I not been a fool, I never would have let myself love M. Had I been able to buy a clue, I would have kicked my high school sweetheart to the curb when I was 20. Had I not had a soft spot for wounded pups, I would have dumped several other exes at the roadside long before I did. However, the fact of the matter is, my foolish heart took risks. It took me to Europe to meet Elton John (which I did), to New York to write songs, to LA to write stories, and to Phoenix to find my calling as a writer and teacher. My capacity to be a fool led to most of the important discoveries I made about myself and my inner life. Had I played it safe, languishing in my hometown in some dead end office job, most of the person I am would fall in the ‘might have been’ column.
And that would have been a shame. … More Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.