a glimpse of my authentic life
At various times during this past month, I found myself contemplating things I’d heard or read—some offering perceptions that differed from my own, others offering flashes of insight inspired by new slants on old perspectives that for me felt true. See what you think…
The latest novel by Tommy Hays, who I’ve crossed paths with for decades as part of the Asheville writing community, came out late last month. It’s called The Marriage Bed. For various reasons, I mostly read audiobooks these days, except when hunkering down with “real” books written by literary writerfriends…
I’ve been reading a lot lately, mostly audiobooks. Wanting to stretch the four credits left on my Audible account that have to last me until renewing in November, I often borrow from the Front Range Digital Library… One of the audiobooks that popped up on my library search was a memoir that unexpectedly rekindled thoughts of my love of the performing arts. The book is The Third Gilmore Girl: A Memoir by Kelly Bishop.
With chaos in the world, and lately in my life, I began to feel that I’d lost the poet in me, the lover of Beauty and Truth. My last two posts contained too much complaining, too much exposition on the ongoing dramas of day to day challenges. They were, indeed, a glimpse of my authentic life, but not necessarily the best of my authentic Self.
My life has become a practice of making conscious choices, and learning how to respond from the largest of my Self. At least, that’s what I’ve chosen to make it. And I also think of it as a way to create peace within and without. Sometimes it goes better than other times, but I’m aware of…