What Happens When You Jump

There’s several things I’ve had on my mind to write about.
I could write about how several months back I won a “Best Blog Award” and “Superior Scribbler Award”, by Katherine Jenkins. Here’ what Kathrine said about my blog: “I like this woman’s view on life. You can read about how she gave everything up [...]

I’m reading the Dalai Llama’s book on the Art of Happiness. Now he’s talking about compassion and intimacy. Every subject is a blank slate for me. I am uncomfortably aware of the lack of compassion I approach others and ESPECIALLY myself with. I am trying to cultivate this. I suppose it’s “fake it till you [...]

Winter 2006
I want to write about knowing nothing. Coming to Mexico to live for essentially six months without the language is the epitomy of the sense that I often have that I know nothing about life, about being alive. Arriving knowing virtually nothing and feeling completely dependent on Maribela was in a sense my worst [...]

This moment, it doesn’t matter to me if anyone reads what I write.
That feels like a relief, for in that, I give myself permission to write what I want, how I want. I can be as mouse visiony as I choose and hopefully receive nourishment from it. I don’t have to please anyone. I don’t [...]

How is it that with enough perspective, even Hell is recognized as part of the overall Beautifulness of the Whole?
Is it the muddy earth tones over most of the canvas that make the flash of clear bright color so marvelous?
I have been reflecting much these last months about writing and why I do it, why [...]