The Black Art A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough. She thinks she can warm the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl. ~~– Anne Sexton Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Anne Sexton
Green eyes in black fur peer down from the porch roof, a good place to doze in the gentle breeze and the lullaby of the burbling fountain. Continue reading Morning Meditation 9.29.15: Cat on a Cool Wooden Roof
“Deep inside, we are all so much the same — our details might be different, but we are all kind of walking the same internal path. And when I allow myself to be vulnerable, I am allowing myself to connect. I’m allowing people to connect to me.” — Dani Shapiro Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Dani Shapiro
Two cloud-white buds have appeared on the ginger, tiny fingers pointing to the sky. The butterfly blossoms emerge slowly, a twin to the pungent flavor of the roots that melt over the tongue. ***** Read more Morning Meditations here. Continue reading Morning Meditation 9.25.15: Ginger
“We might ask ourselves, what tools do we have? What can we count on? You can count on yourself. Believe me, your self is your best ally. You know who you are, even when sometimes it becomes a little blurry and you make mistakes or seem to be veering off, just go deeper. You know who you are. You know the right thing to do. And when you make a mistake, it’s alright — just as the song goes, pick yourself up, brush yourself off, and start all over again.” — Patti Smith Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Patti Smith
Because it’s the day of the week we need it most. “I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free” — Michelangelo Continue reading Inspiration Monday: Michelangelo
