My hope is to offer encouragement to writers as well as those who simply love to read. You will find eclectic snippets here—news of projects I’m working on, comments regarding books I enjoy, favorite authors, quotes, and reflections regarding my own experiences. I especially like to write about my dreams—those parables in the night seasons. Symbols and metaphors delight and intrigue me. You will find them here.
Sometimes I question if I'm headed right in my life. I feel confusion, espeically when life isn't like a "connect the dots" kind of endeavor--when it's not linear. I want it to be, but my life is not like that.
My life is a concoction of struggle, joy, infirmity, rigor, beauty, much uncertainly and intermittently sprinkled with delight. The pathway is not always so simple to determine. This road has its lovliness and its barrenness and austerity.
Orange: (+) perseverance: (-) stubbornness, strong willed--Description of the color orange on the Streams Ministries International dream symbols card.
Sometimes I park on the eighth floor of the garage at my worksite and climb up and down the stairs in an attempt to get a little more movement for the day. That morning my foot hovered on the top stair of floor six, and when I looked down to grab the railing, I saw there on the next step down a perfecly shaped orange. I was sorely tempted to pick it up and put it in my lunch kit.
Giovanni left for Italy yesterday. He has lived now in the United States with me for over ten years. He is still not used to it--the southern accents, the guns, the wide spaces. He goes home several times a year to regroup, see his family and eat the foods he loves. And when I take him to the airport, I always handwrite a letter to him to read on his flight. It is a tradition we have, as before we married, he commuted back and forth to the United States when he lived in Italy. (Read our story in An Ocean Away).
Several years ago I attended a seminar taught by the gifted writer, Sue Monk Kidd. During the two-day conference, she taught freely from her repertoire of writing craft and technique. But more, her foundational message to the artist writer was this: “If you don’t speak your voice, the world will miss a measure of healing.” That comforting and affirming message provided courage for me to begin sounding my own voice—at that time silenced by the censors in my head murmuring, “Why bother?” and “You’re not good enough.” “You work has no value.”
There are myriad and valuable websites offering methods and tools to help people improve their writing. My intent, though, is not so much...