Creativity

Becoming Visible: The Risk to Grow

The long green leaf of the orchid in the kitchen window has unfurled like a dark, shiny tongue, a precursor, I hope, to a new spike of dazzling purple blossoms. I stood at the sink admiring it, my hands in warm soapy water as I washed the dishes after supper, while appreciating too the newly

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Writing the Soul: An Ongoing Journey

It’s a fine feeling to finish writing a book.  There is a tremendous sense of accomplishment, of having succeeded at a daunting task like climbing a mountain. On the body level, one feels an openness of the heart, belly and breath, and if we have dared to tell the truth, there’s a resonance in the bones

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A Ball of Yarn: A Meditation on Place

It is Friday night and I’m sitting at home alone, rolling balls of hand-dyed yarn. For just a moment, I step beyond myself and consider the scene, as if I was outside looking through the windows. The living room with its large, wool tufted rug is softly lit by a single bronze table lamp with an

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The Morning Pages: A Creative Practice

There is a commotion of little birds outside. Along the old stone wall and on the wide flagstone steps, where I scatter golden grains of organic millet each morning (and usually again in the afternoon) when I greet the day, the winged ones are atwitter. Observing and listening to them, I am seated at the

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The Dawn Poems: Greeting the Day with Creativity

My days of writing poetry were a long time ago. Poetry is something that I have deeply enjoyed reading, especially in the last ten years—and lately, learning poems by heart as a ‘soul practice’—but I’ve not put my pen to writing poems on any sort of regular basis. In my college years and early twenties,

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