“…previously, my process of writing mostly involved swirling down the drain of imposter syndrome while simultaneously self-flagellating until the deed was done enough. After a recovery period of varying length, I’d say, ‘hmm there must be an easier way.'”
Tag: Stories
the twelve paintings
The day after the rain stopped, the girl came upon a kind of cave. It was a makeshift shelter built from the natural deepening of the rock. There were twelve paintings or groupings of markings inside. It was evening and the light from the moon was the only way she could see inside. Tracing her…
all at once
She lied back onto a great grey speckled boulder arching her back against it closing her eyes to the sun. Its surface was warm, smooth and comforting, grounding her back into the present. Being against this great rock, it was as if she could hear inside the rock to its soul. Like a vibrating whisper,…
the five questions
To get back to the stream from the mountains and through the forest. Back nearby the old small house where incense sometimes drifted from the windows. Back to the place where she would float on top of the water. Where she would skip stones across the flat surfaces of side pools of water that collected…
The stuff legends are made of
It is easy to practice To give service When everything is just so Nice calm day Sunny skies People smiling Being respectful Looking out for one another with compassionate hearts When you hear, feel, and see the value of the good work you do On those days, practice and service is a joy Is a…
the thought that became a word that became a song that became a chant that became a prayer that became a dream that became real
There was a giant clearing where the earth sloped to rise smoothly up then dipped back down into a pool of clear, flowing water. A waterfall rushed down from above and birds chirped at one another. Everything here was lush, full, and teeming with life. When the girl stepped into this this space, she felt…
message from the stars
One night a star felt to earth in a distant lake. It arched down over the land with a fiery tail and all at once it was gone. For a while there wasn’t sound until gradually the world exhaled. This star was an omen. When people say that they usual expect bad things, but this…
quiet thunder by the water
The crack of thunder. Low rumbling. Purple grey skies, and it was raining. Not the kind that hurt or splashed into your eyes, but a steady thin stream from everywhere as if to be cleansed. The girl walking through the forest cast her face to the sky. Listening to the quiet thunder. Distant rumbling. The…
music preferences for those in the know
Quiet, warm music with a clear pulse. Music that had an element of slowness and subtle change in temperature. Music that was all-consuming and that could be felt deep within. This was the music that June liked best. And there were two spaces and times she knew where to find it: -before midday in the…
in the deep
Under the water is a menagerie of beings glowing bright. It is like ballons under the water. When you sink down to the bottom, you hold you hands up and feel nothingness (which feels like something). It makes you want to cry, but not because of pain — from something else. And the quiet listeners…
The Dynamics of Groove 