Monday, July 27, 2009
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Superstitions
Twice today I didn’t listen to that inner-voice, because I was curious to see, if I did the opposite of what I was sensing, what would happen.
Is the proverbial “inner-voice” a new superstition? Do we mean the same thing when we say intuition? I think there is a subtle difference that I cannot quite lay claim to yet. I think there are those who want to create an industry around it; still, it’s not something that can be turned on and off. It seems to occur around what's meaningful in your life, not predictions of lotteries, presidents, or love life.
Is the proverbial “inner-voice” a new superstition? Do we mean the same thing when we say intuition? I think there is a subtle difference that I cannot quite lay claim to yet. I think there are those who want to create an industry around it; still, it’s not something that can be turned on and off. It seems to occur around what's meaningful in your life, not predictions of lotteries, presidents, or love life.
Friday, April 20, 2007
I'll be attending a worksop with Liam Callanan tomorrow in Waukesha. Callanan is the author of the Edgar Award-finalist, The Cloud Atlas (2004), and the new novel, All Saints, ("Luminous," says Publishers Weekly). He teaches in the English department at the University of Wisconsin – Milwaukee.
I've heard he is a very dynamic teacher.
I've heard he is a very dynamic teacher.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Storms
Storms are scarier because the world is changing.
Before we knew about skies leaking ozone, polar caps melting. frigid waters mingling with tropical currents, we thought they were acts of God.
In spite of our prayers, storms flow into our lives slow and steady, house-by-house, man to woman to child; an unfocused rage that shatters memories, steals away and settles into our unconsciousness.
I’ve unraveled the signs: cloudy skies, wind and rain; the resignation of a voice in the depth of the day. When the damage is done we rebuild.
When love hurts, we fix it, or move on.
Storms are scarier because the world is changing, because we are changing.
E. Garrison
Before we knew about skies leaking ozone, polar caps melting. frigid waters mingling with tropical currents, we thought they were acts of God.
In spite of our prayers, storms flow into our lives slow and steady, house-by-house, man to woman to child; an unfocused rage that shatters memories, steals away and settles into our unconsciousness.
I’ve unraveled the signs: cloudy skies, wind and rain; the resignation of a voice in the depth of the day. When the damage is done we rebuild.
When love hurts, we fix it, or move on.
Storms are scarier because the world is changing, because we are changing.
E. Garrison
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