What did you do to pass the time? She said, checking her watch. Digital. Big. A thick gold cuff around her wrist that made her bones look even smaller.
Me and Sarah McMullen, learning by being. Rockport, Mass. August 2015. photo by John McMullen edits and text by Amanda Kimmerly
when you can’t find words of your own, borrow. list out a string of them that don’t make sense. precious ocean tidal arc i beg i dream i beg again feel it on your tongue: language forming, symbols budding. sometimes there are thorns sharp as cold water. — the lulls the hums of vowels twisting eventually… Continue reading from 3/16/2015: channeled meditation for finding poems/words/songs
The Universe is a funny ol’ loon; she’s CONSTANTLY reminding me that I MAKE MISTAKES. And the beautiful part is—the part that lets me know I’m making progress with my inner perfectionist and healing my self-esteem— is that I can’t help but laugh at her jokes.
yield only to what your heart calls. it is wise with the love of you.
“I can’t sleep in this fevered dream.” It always starts with a “Yesterday” or a “Last week” or some marker in time, as if closeness or distance matters to what’s right, versus what’s right now. As it goes, yesterday, I received a surprise Reiki session, gifted by my neighbor and former client, Arthur. He wrote… Continue reading Writing and Editing at the same time, in one brain
Slow down. Wake up. Reveal. Empty that busy mind of past-thoughts. Shake the worry and fear of time; the present will not be rushed. Breathe in, breathe out, come back, be here. Anything can happen.
When troubled for things to do, read. When down or stuck or bored, read. To hone your articulation, read. To sharpen the thoughts in your mind, read. Before and after editing, read. Instead of automatically checking Facebook, read. To sober up, read. To get drunk, read. I say this not to make you a better… Continue reading Yo, Whatcha Readin’?
Maybe I should write, too. I coach clients to become better wordsmiths, storytellers, listeners, writers. I tell them to bleed onto the page, hold nothing but your passive voice back; make me care and think and bleed, too. Words punctual as divine timing. I do this, and I wonder if it’s some past life prayer… Continue reading Thoughts, post-beer, after shedding some wardrobe.
I am not a target for unruly power plays. My life is one (won) with balance. I do not give into panic, for I am, along with my surroundings, aligned perfectly with my highest, most courageous and delicious manifestation of TOTAL WELL-BEING. All parts of my life are made whole by love and light; the… Continue reading Affirmations for Balance