I remember the first time I heard it. The voice. I remember exactly where I was and exactly what I was doing. And I remember what it sounded like. And how I knew it was real. It was by a campfire. And I was listening to a story. It was the story about the two … Continue reading When I heard the voice…
An excerpt from "Voices of Silence," my latest piece at @ecotheoreview
And they grew to know one another, the river with her piscatorial prizes, and the Old Man with his dreams.
What is not awesome is that I have not had time to post anything in over a month. What IS awesome is this: Today is officially the International Day of Awesomeness. You can read about it here. Happy International Day of Awesomeness, everyone! Now go forth and be awesome! (And stay tuned here for even … Continue reading International Day of Awesomeness
I have to admit, it’s hard to explain. But there’s something about the creative process that has a mind of its own, so to speak. It’s as if, even thought it’s a part of you, it’s somehow mysteriously apart from you. And so you have to honor what the idea or the image or the sculpture or the song or whatever it is, is.