My decision to self-publish was found in a brown paper bag "Could there be some silent audience eagerly awaiting his new novel? Some hidden force unrecognized by the publishing and critical world of New York City, which, like an orbiting space station, looks upon the rest of America without ever interacting with it? -excerpt... Continue Reading →
More leave ins for the mind I left behind
I feel like any value or use found in a post called a leave in for the mind, will still have value a couple years after it was posted. That is the point, isn't it? I posted these leave ins a couple years ago, and feel like they hold up. See what you think. 1.... Continue Reading →
It was great
It was great I had a great time yesterday. I went on a antiques road trip in southwestern Indiana with two of my young adult kids. We stopped at antique shops, some open, some closed, some big, some small. We drove a loop that took us to about six hours, stopped to eat, and... Continue Reading →
10 thoughts to think over
Ten thoughts I wrote down "Don't translate, answer." Those were the instruction from my Russian professor in college. He wanted his students to answer his questions posed in Russian as responses, not having taken the extra step to translate from Russian to English to Russian to answer. I have something similar in mind with... Continue Reading →
Take me to the river
Take me to the river This works for me. It really does. I have been tossing my attachments log into the Ohio River for at least five years now. It surprised me when I checked on the archives of the blog to see that I had only posted about it one other time. Perhaps... Continue Reading →
The grind for your mind
The grind for my mind My double espresso is pouring slowly and with intent into my favorite doppio cup. It is not yet five in the morning. In a few minutes I will go outside to sit and write or journal to the birds chirping up in the branches, still unseen, as it will be... Continue Reading →
Mind what you write
Follow your mind I feel like I’ve hit a wall. Not creatively. That doesn’t really happen to me. As I say repeatedly, I do most of my writing away from this keyboard. In fact, I have spent the last two days writing the next story for my Altonstreet & Philpatrick series. These stories are... Continue Reading →
a thought on meditation
Meditation in school My first real attempts at meditation took place several years ago at the School of Metaphysics in Indianapolis. The School was actually a house converted to function as a classroom, meeting room, and sanctuary. It worked. It "felt" different as soon as you stepped inside and shut to door on the... Continue Reading →
van Gogh, my go-to
I went to see Exhausted Paint with my son. It was a fine way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I won't tell you what I thought of the actual play. That is more something on my end, I admit. But it is impossible for anyone else to sit in my seat, next to my... Continue Reading →
Practice
"We're talking about practice." - Allen Iverson Allen Iverson's quote about is best listened to. His tone is disdainful and dismissive of practice. After all, people didn't pay to see Allen Iverson practice. I just estimated that over the last nine years when I began to practice yoga in earnest that I have completed 2,700... Continue Reading →