I was standing in a cemetery the other day and saw an irregular shape in a small stream. Imagination immediately began working – is that a turtle? Is that a rock? Is it trash? Is it – I had to walk closer to find the answer. Rock. I used to be in...
How I used stories and bodywork to solve the crime of the century
I went for a year and a half without a computer of my own. I didn't read much during that time – I was repairing key parts of my nervous system and couldn't use those functions very much. I didn't have a smartphone. I'...
This book came up in CBfG (Children's Books for Grown-Ups). Part of the format of CBfG is that you can either read a picture book or tell a given story in your own words.
The toymaker father is the "good" one, the one Olivia prefers to identify as her father, but in this story, he's the aspect that's gone missing.
living things > stone
My trip to Ireland in 2018 was a balm to my soul. I drove around a lot on little back roads. I took a hot seaweed bath. I cried at Knock Shrine for about an hour and a half and I climbed Knocknarea. I found as many holy wells as...