I was recently told that I must REALLY like bicycling to ride on days when the weather isn’t nice, in other word, when it’s rainy, snowy, cold, windy, hot, cloudy, etc. I couldn’t think of a way to explain why I prefer riding my bike to driving a car, at least not in a way…
I love digging my hands into dirt. Breaking up rich, sticky clumps and pushing through the top layers to make room for a new plant, I feel connected to earth, sun, and seasons. I find it miraculous that a teeny-tiny seed when planted and nurtured becomes a plant that produces food.
I’m a big fan of the television show “Once Upon a Time.” I enjoy fairy tales and magic, the battle of good against evil. Even if real fairy tales are not like Disney’s version — good doesn’t always win — I still hope that such losses hold a lesson. And in the case of the…
Everyone needs to know they matter, and there is nothing like the love of a dog, the partnership between dog and human, to make a person feel important.
I’ve been trying to remember what it was like to be a kid — to remember what I played at and imagined and loved. I want to see if the things I started out loving provide clues to how to bring those playful feelings (free, light, uninhibited, unworried about outcome, adaptable, unrestricted) back into my way too serious life.
I don’t know what to write anymore. Which is a real problem for a writer. It’s why I decided to do a photography project for August.
How do you write when you can’t tell people how you really feel?
