a glimpse of my authentic life
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…
Decades ago I entered a competition in which I had to write a 150 word description of myself as if I were the protagonist in a novel. I was one of the winners. Here’s what it said:
She saw herself as the heroine of her own literary affairs du coeurs. She’d had three husbands, an inter-dimensional relationship with a famous Russian, a liaison with a younger…
These are no ordinary times. Not in the outer world, nor in the inner world of Self. For those focused above the fray, it is a potential time of self-discovery, of letting go of the old, of renewal on every level, of embracing possibility. What is happening now on Earth is unprecedented, unpredictable, and far reaching. Think galactic. It is an acceleration and…
Yesterday was the Fourth of July, a day to celebrate freedom. Here, in Asheville, NC, it poured rain for hours, the kind of hard, wide-streamed deluge that soaked the ground in seconds, flooded roads, bent fields of flowers, induced electricity to flicker dangerously close to completely shutting down. I stayed in all day, mostly reading, a little disheartened that I had not been called this week to the writer’s retreat for which I was on a cancellation list.