walking the Mean Streets of Medieval York
Over the Labor Day weekend and into the following week I was on silent retreat in the woods. Although I shared the retreat with over forty meditators, the solitude I found in silence was, as always, a revelation. Companionship and solitude–such a gift. It… Continue Reading “Out of Silence”
It’s late summer, my novel A Triple Knot has been out for almost eight weeks, and I find myself immersed in an idea I shelved years ago. Over the past week several intriguing characters have materialized in my office with some sense of urgency,… Continue Reading “Unexpected Visitors”
This morning’s Writers Almanac celebrates the birthday of Ursula LeGuin, whose writing I have cherished ever since I first discovered her books in the library as a teenager. I return to her books over and over again to experience her clarity of language and… Continue Reading “Happy Birthday, Ursula LeGuin!”
Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. –Rumi Friends laugh when I tell them that this is my favorite Rumi verse. Aren’t words the tools of my trade? Yes and… Continue Reading “"Before we know the words for it…"”
Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. –Rumi Friends laugh when I tell them that this is my favorite Rumi verse. Aren’t words the tools of my trade? Yes and… Continue Reading ““Before we know the words for it…””