Creating New Mythology

Mythology is something I think about a lot. Not quite an obsession, but definitely a big thing for me. Maybe you’ve noticed. I find a strange kind of satisfaction in piecing together puzzles with missing pieces, so many missing pieces. Making wild leaps head first, connecting dots that are barely visible, finding little coincidences that […]

Mystery is Bigger Than Magic

Sometimes I create lists of writing prompts for myself, either as an exercise, or to keep this blog thing going. This one, Mystery is Bigger Than Magic, showed up on my list without my intervention. Well, maybe I typed it. I don’t know. Somebody must have. I have no idea why I would have, and I […]

Water is Amazing Stuff

When I knew I was going to have to take six weeks off to recover from my hysterectomy, I decided to read up on water.  Water is right up there with oxygen when it comes to our survival. Gotta have pure, fresh water for the body to run on. And although I don’t have any […]

Everything Is a Verb

One of my favorite Iowa poets, Deb Marquart, published a small volume of poetry manymany years back, called Everything Is A Verb. The title stuck with me, and I have revisited many of the poems over and over as well. But that idea, that everything, everything, is a verb . . . Mr. Rogers reminded […]

Forgiving Your Past

Have you ever been just gobsmacked by something, some song lyric or piece of poetry you memorized as a child without understanding, or some family ritual that seemed to make some kind of sense when you were little, or some song you used to sing in church that you never even thought about, when it […]

Fragments Lost, and Found Again

I’ve been on a songwriting kick. (Yay! Dry spell over!) I’ve written two songs in as many weeks, and am working on two more. So the fields have done the fallow thing, and they’re over it. Let’s grow something! One of the things I frequently do to encourage inspiration to flow is to go through […]

It Can’t Happen to Me . . .

A friend and I were recently talking about the coming ecopocalypse. She, like so many other people, can’t understand how anybody can think this is all going to blow over. How can anybody not be running around screaming with their hair on fire? It sure takes every bit of my willpower not to. There are […]

Fallow Time

Creativity can come in fits and starts, bursts, deluges, or . . . not.  Sometimes, we’re empty. There’s nothing pressing we’re trying to say, no epiphanies to share, no questions to pose . . . Things are good and quiet and peaceful, and we’re doing what we do, and that’s that. When I would have […]