Discipline is a tool that numbs the mind. –Krishnamurti It seems a little dramatic, but perhaps there’s some truth to it. I often hear writers (famous and not-so-famous) go on-and-on about how they get up at dawn EVERY day to write for a specified number of hours. “It’s a discipline,” they seem to be lecturing….
My working life has been a vibrant tapestry of experiences, brimming with diverse roles, challenges, and revelations. Over the past 30 years, I’ve had the privilege of developing seminars, coaching individuals, consulting organizations, and facilitating groups across a wide spectrum of topics. My clientele has ranged from senior citizens and troubled teenagers to creatively blocked…
Last weekend, I had a blast teaching a Concrete Poetry class at Book Passage! It was such a fun and inspiring experience. Here’s a confession, though: I’ve never actually taken a poetry class—not in college, not post-college. My “education” has come from devouring books about poetry by poets. One of my favorites is Steve Kowit’s…
When I ask my subconscious for a metaphor about my work, the image that always comes to mind is a fertile field. I don’t focus on whether it’s empty or full—because that’s not the point. What matters isn’t what’s grown there but the boundless potential of the field itself. I’ve written before about the difference…
I wrote this poem ten years ago, and just recently rediscovered it. It’s a poem about beauty (and my Great Aunt Thelma). I visited her in Wisconsin and was enraptured for the entire visit. It was the only time I spent with her as an adult, and it was also the last. Shortly after that…
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