Writers Are Narcissists and Other Evil Things My Inner Critic Tells Me

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My inner critic told me that I write because I’m self-absorbed, or maybe just deluded. She said that underneath the desire to write lurks the grandiose idea that I’m a creative person or uniquely interesting. Some preposterous notion that I’m right about something. Or just the hubris that I have something to say that is … Read more

Channeling the Collective: Entropy and Change in these Strange Times

Channeling the Collective: Entropy and Change in these Strange Times

A few weeks ago when this strange time of pausing descended upon humanity, my dream world became more vivid than it’s ever been. Sleep became like boot camp in the content of my subconscious mind. This inspired my work on dream weaving, but also generated a lot of other insights and curiosities for me to … Read more

Dream Weaving: Self Knowledge, Waking Reality, and the Underworld

Dream Weaving: Self Knowledge, Waking Reality, and the Underworld

Dreaming. An (imaginary . . . ?) world we enter while we sleep. But the word dreaming is also used to describe our ability to envision our future, our desires and intentions, so that we can find the ways and paths to make our dreams into reality. In dream weaving, these two ways of dreaming … Read more

The Freedom of Uncertainty: Liberation in Loving the Unknown

The Freedom of Uncertainty: Liberation In Loving the Unknown

I have 19 chapters of a novel written. I have no idea if it will ever be published, or what will happen if it is, or how I will feel if it isn’t. The haunting to write compels me to invest my time and energy, despite the storm of uncertainty it brings on its heels. … Read more

What is Reality?

What is Reality? Exploring the True Nature of Reality

I woke up before dawn with the strange sensation that my mind was like a hinge, and when the hinge was open there was enough space in between the bits of metal that my thoughts could stream past without waking me up, like a draft through an old door. But if the hinge closed, the … Read more

Finding Freedom: Devotion, Divinity, and the Shackles of Allegiance

Devotion: Finding Freedom in Divinity

When I was a young child my imaginary friend was God. Not the loaded definition that sets off some sort of reaction in just about everyone, but something simple. Formless and boundless. Silent and wise. When life got intense or ridiculous we hung in there together, witnessing the storms. When life got boring we stuck … Read more