Fall is right around the corner, and everywhere I sense the approaching tang of autumn and cycles curving back around. Thanks to you, dear supporters, I’ve transitioned into a new phase: sending query letters and proposal packages to this agent and that publisher, and my newest touchstones seem to be patience and resilience. Each step brings surprises;… Continue reading Seasons are Changing, and the Hunt for a Publisher is ON!
For the Touchstone of Integration, I have selected a tiny amethyst as my reminder because integration occurs in the subtlest ways: Pay attention to the signs.
Towards the beginning of February, I had the opportunity to sit down with Gavin of the podcast What Origin? and chat about the Enrichment Project. This podcast explores the origins and motivations behind creativity, and I've enjoyed every single episode. Gavin asks insightful questions, leading our conversation from how the project began, to much further… Continue reading What’s the Origin of Creativity?
When The Enrichment Project began to stretch into its third year, I felt like I'd been dropped into a giant maze. Much later, I select Touchstones to represent what I was learning from the Enrichment Project.
Editing progress is made. Which requires much Compassion.
If all you knew of me came from this site, surely you would have thought this project defunct. After all, my last post was two years ago. Life happened.
Death happened too. I said goodbye to more than seven people in 2016-- including my father, aunt, dear childhood friend, and next door neighbor.
When this year began, I harbored grand dreams of blogging more frequently as I delved into editing the chapters of this book, wrestling with the concepts, retracing my journey a bit more publicly this time. Life, it seems, has had other plans.
"And there was a huge explosion," my little chapbook reads, "which, as you know, is the quickest way to get things done. The explosion was not the beginning-- just the next change . . . We are all divisions of it, down to an elemental level. We change it changes itself."
Clasping her cup of coffee across from me, DeAnna confessed, “I couldn’t sleep last night at all. I kept thinking: ‘How am I going to tell Christy that I’m sorry, but I’m just not creative?’ I honestly sat up all night last night worrying about this!” We were following up together by videoconference almost two… Continue reading Slinking Outside the Box
When choosing a word to represent something I wanted more of in my life, I boldly declared it to be my year of Presence. And then immediately wrote Joy on the first rock to find me.