Filling the Emptiness

  “By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.”  ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast  

Put Some Soul in to it

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it. ~ Anaïs Nin

That Tingle – There it is Again

I was recently on a plane heading to San Francisco to attend a business event.  On the flight I was just uncomfortable.  I felt physically exhausted, anxious, and a bit squished into my seat.  My legs were jittery and nervous and I needed to move, so after the plane gets up in the air, I... Continue Reading →

A visit with the poets

One more life The hills of Tuscany call my name Like I have lived beneath the branches of ancient cedars They call me to go higher One journey opens up another With scents of musk and lavender I am embraced by cobbled streets and fleas along the Seine Poets writing their mysteries Speaking to my... Continue Reading →

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