26 02, 2023

Welcome back to my digital “home”: a little tour of what’s inside

By |2023-02-26T21:11:58+00:00February 26th, 2023|Artistry, Creativity, Learning, Love, Spirit, The Bardic Life|Comments Off on Welcome back to my digital “home”: a little tour of what’s inside

Hello, my friend. Itโ€™s good of you to โ€œcome overโ€ to see me here. Your company is cherished and deeply welcome. Please imagine me now, opening the green, wooden door and beckoning you inside. In our increasingly digitalized and decentralized world, I feel more and more that this site is my online home. Here, I [...]

28 12, 2022

What are you loyal to?

By |2022-12-28T21:43:16+00:00December 28th, 2022|Artistry, Creativity, Learning, Spirit, The Bardic Life|Comments Off on What are you loyal to?

Youโ€™ve had this experience, Iโ€™m sure. You want to do something, create something, or try something, but before you begin, some drawback or hesitation jumps in and gives you pause. Perhaps you want to write a book, start a business, go to a party, bake a soufflรฉ, or adopt a puppy. Anything! Visions of [...]

24 10, 2022

How is learning like healing?

By |2022-10-24T22:39:21+00:00October 24th, 2022|Creativity, Learning, Love, Spirit, The Bardic Life|Comments Off on How is learning like healing?

Let me tell you a bit of an old Welsh story. When mythic hero Lleu Llaw Gyffes was betrayed and attacked by his unhappy wife and her lover, he instantly transformed into a wounded eagle and flew far away to a tree where he perched in great pain and sorrow for a long, lonely [...]

27 09, 2022

This is the Time, and I Will Find the Way

By |2022-09-27T15:57:49+00:00September 27th, 2022|Creativity, Spirit, The Bardic Life|2 Comments

Please take a minute and think of something that has been bothering you, perhaps even for a long time. Like me, you likely have a swirl of thoughts about this thing. You want it to change but you are stymied in some way. Itโ€™s too hard, too expensive, there are multiple players, it could [...]

29 08, 2022

What is really going on when we say “really”?

By |2022-08-29T19:39:39+00:00August 29th, 2022|Artistry, Creativity, Love, Spirit, The Bardic Life|2 Comments

Who are you โ€œreallyโ€? Our minds are constantly doing their best to sort things into categories that will save us time as we build our case about reality. This is a โ€œgood thing,โ€ we say, or โ€œa bad thing.โ€ This person is safe or not safe, to be trusted or not, smart or foolish, [...]

19 07, 2022

Stories to Kindle Caring on a Warming Planet

By |2022-07-19T17:33:35+00:00July 19th, 2022|Artistry, Creativity, Love, Spirit|Comments Off on Stories to Kindle Caring on a Warming Planet

You know, we really need fairytales. We need songs. We need stories and poems and proverbs and other expressions of human creativity and experience. This is not extra โ€“ a bit of liberal arts fluff, as many claim with a patronizing smile. No, this is central to the development of what I call a [...]

27 04, 2022

Wisdom from my Older Self

By |2022-04-27T16:15:06+00:00April 27th, 2022|Artistry, Creativity, Learning, Love, Spirit, The Bardic Life|Comments Off on Wisdom from my Older Self

We carry within us many selves and I find it's very much worth asking them questions from time to time. You can talk to the child within you, to the artist, to the happy person, to the king or queen. All that's necessary is to ask a question and listen. I promise that when [...]

1 04, 2022

Just Because

By |2022-04-01T16:00:19+00:00April 1st, 2022|Creativity, Spirit, The Bardic Life|Comments Off on Just Because

Just because someone is unable or unwilling to listen doesn't mean you're not worth listening to. Just because someone else doesn't find it interesting doesn't mean it's not interesting. Just because someone says it should be done this way doesn't mean that's the right way for you. Just because someone overlooks the beauty doesn't [...]

24 02, 2022

Loving Anyway After the Mess

By |2022-02-24T17:43:44+00:00February 24th, 2022|Love, Spirit, The Bardic Life|2 Comments

Scarlet red ink everywhere. Just moments before, I was enjoying a peaceful time writing in my journal using an old-fashioned dip pen and a bottle of German ink. My desk (one of three!) sits at the front of the house where I can admire the lake in all her moods and changes. The [...]

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