When you get to a block, be compassionate with yourself. Sit by the river of your own mind, and listen quietly, without haste or urgency. With patience and persistence, you’ll come to hear the singing in the flow again.
Love is arguably the emotion that matters most. We are born loving, reaching out blindly for our mother’s love, and continuing to search for love our whole lives, bending toward its warmth like a flower swiveling its face towards the sun. Love is universal, but the key to writing about love successfully is sink down […]
Lately I have been reading Edith Wharton’s memoir, A Backward Glance, and I am most struck by the early chapters when she describes her childhood. The young Edith was a dreamy, sensitive child who loved nothing so much as rambles in the countryside, and who was devoted to her dog. “The owning of my first […]