ByGuglielminotti Trivel
We are in the month of goal setting frenzy and year review and everybody seems to be so willing to change everything in their lives …I wonder though, is it the right time to do this? This is what the outer landscape can look like in January! I am a woman and I have been…
ByMichelle Adam
“Those guys there are not moving,” my father said to me in a dream I had while living in my parents’ New Jersey house, healing from immense hip pain and writing my novel. “They are just floating in space and will never get us home.” I dreamed I was on a blanket—yes a blanket!—floating in…
ByGiora Carmi
This is what we can do and this is what we are here for as therapists or healers or whatever. We only have to assist everything that comes from inside of us in going its way out. It will go if we let it go. It is all so simple. So here is what I…
ByMichelle Adam
“A stillness was born yesterday, wanting everyday more,” I wrote as Christmas approached in my parent’s small home in New Jersey. I continued to write my novel, and search for that place within that struggled to show her face while trying to walk again. “Where are you going with all this time on your hands?”…
ByGiora Carmi
The night was torturous. The pain, which used to be concentrated in one place, spread to bigger areas and to both feet. I don’t know how to describe it so that you will be able to really have a sense of what it is. It is a big experience. Waves after waves of tremendous energy…
ByCarrie Beleno
I believe the human race is suffering from an epidemic of mass proportion. An epidemic that permits us to live in fear, anxiety and guilt. An epidemic that was designed to keep us humble but in actuality keeps us depressed, sad, fearful, worried and angry. An epidemic that has allowed society to dictate who we are…
ByJulia Chi
I finished my run today by racing up the steps to the Penon del Santo, the largest and tallest of three rocks that divide the two main beaches here in Almuñécar… The stone that has been there for years and years and years… The rock remains and stands here now, whatever wars and fights the…
ByCatherine Green
I am ready for a break. Christmas is fast approaching, my children are counting down the days until their school holiday, and I have lost all motivation for work. Seriously, I can barely bring myself to switch the computer on, never mind do any writing! I started to feel quite worried, actually. I mean, if…
ByMichelle Adam
“The last rays of autumn, before winter’s claustrophobia, force me to find hope elsewhere,” I wrote in my journal almost twenty years ago in my parents’ house in New Jersey. It’s ironic to look this far back into the past and track my writing of a similar season as now, here in New Mexico, where…
ByGiora Carmi
I came to my desk at around 5AM again. I made the drawing that you see here. I wrote what parts of the drawing conveyed to me. I scrambled the sentences and rewrote them in a new order. I read. It did not make much sense to me, so I left it on the desk,…
ByMichelle Adam
Another month passed by in New Jersey, with the highway noise bleeding into the background of my consciousness as I unraveled this person I had been. And almost every day and evening I wrote, adding sentences to my novel from an unknown place. “Writing this book is hard,” I scribbled in my journal. “It’s hard…
ByGiora Carmi
I sat at my desk at 5 in the morning. I slept well till then and it made a big difference. As I made the lines in this drawing I knew that I was very patient and that I listened to every line as it was made. There was no decision about where the line…