An August Sunset “Creating is the natural opposite of destroying; creative action neutralizes destructive impulses.” -Kathleen McGowan, “The Sources of Miracles” Lately, the desire to create for me has been depleted. There are days where I feel that posting a photo on Instagram is enough to count towards creative expression. There’s a sense of guilt … Continue reading An August Sunset
Garlic Necklaces There were a few moments in my life that I’ve witnessed a hysteria of some sort. They seem to be the kind of memory that etches into that part of the brain similar to when someone carves their name or a statement on a wooden picnic table. The next person who chose to … Continue reading Garlic Necklaces
Metamorphosis CocoonI’ve been in this cocoon state for awhile now. I’ve acknowledged that I have been otiose at my writing, and I’ve used excuses over and over again about how there are experiences in life that have yet to be experienced. Yet, there is real estate in my mind reserved for the continuous concoction of … Continue reading Metamorphosis
Another Trip Around The Sun
A few months ago, I had a dream. I walked into my closet only to find a version of myself standing at the end. She (or I) was wearing my favorite black turtleneck, black pants, and an oversized peacoat. She was looking straight at me with a look that I know quite fondly. It’s … Continue reading Another Trip Around The Sun
Let me tell you a story. Several years ago when my husband and our family moved into our first newly built home, we decided to plant several perennials around the house. Perennial plants return year after year and are low maintenance. I found them rather endearing since Alaskan winters are the most brutal, and yet … Continue reading Anattā Anātmam
Everywhere All At Once.
Lately, I have been everywhere and nowhere. This is to say that those of us wanna-be writers often finds themselves stifling the writing with things that don’t require a lot of thinking, or emotional investment. If you’re an avid reader, and an enthusiastic fan of authors--you may have read how many of them succumb to … Continue reading Everywhere All At Once.
So Long and Farewell To A Chapter.
There's a part of me who does not want to bid farewell to this person. She was the person who had a wall calendar that included dates and times of soccer and football practices (because at one point, she had to be both a soccer and football mom--not to mention soccer sister to her brother). … Continue reading So Long and Farewell To A Chapter.
Gratitude at 120.
Here's an undeniable truth: I launched the Echo Muse because I wanted to continue writing long after all the research and creative writing papers for the degrees were done. When reflecting back, I realized that even as a child, I was also writing. And, as I went on my academic journey--I felt a bit … Continue reading Gratitude at 120.
I am convinced that in one of my past lives, I must have met Rumi. How else can I explain the magnitude of love that I feel whenever I read his poetry. What other reasons can I find to express the sadness that resonates between the endless lines of beauty that are Rumi's poems? … Continue reading Rumi.
The Work Of You Now.
As a writer, I always find a theme in everything--this notion of an underlying similarity shaped by so many unexplained elements. This week, I realized that I've spent a great deal of time with dear friends. Saturday night was dinner with a set of close friends. Sunday was brunch with my co-worker/friend. Tuesday night … Continue reading The Work Of You Now.