Writing or creativity of any kind is a mysterious process, a journey into deep and unchartered waters. What you need is a compass… the Tarot.
What dynamite we handle when we lift a mirror or bend towards one! Elizabeth Coatsworth, Personal Geography Whenever I read tarot for new clients, I tell them that the reading is a mirror, providing perspective and clarity on the direction and challenges of their concerns. We know that the future
When I only begin to read, I forget I’m on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts. Anzia Yezierska Summer is a time to kick back, stretch out in the hammock or on the beach, and escape. Escape through the pages of a good book. An ability
I love books, in any format. If you are a writer, then you love books too. And, I bet you were introduced to their magic early in your childhood. I also bet that, like me, you have memories of several favorite books that introduced you to that magic and set
And the baby bear’s bed was just right. This past weekend, Bob and I went shopping for a new mattress. I felt like Goldilocks, moving from mattress to mattress, looking for the one that felt just right. This bed was too hard, that one was too soft, this was one
Once upon a time… A princess took her favorite toy, a golden ball, into the woods. Sitting by a well, she repeatedly tossed her ball up into the air and caught it. After several tosses, she missed the ball which fell into the well, disappearing beneath the water. She began
Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are lookin’ good. You’re everything a big bad wolf could want. ~ Rolling Stones Did you grow up hearing the fairytale of Little Red Riding Hood? And were you clear about what happens to good girls when they stray from the path
“Are you content now?” said the Caterpillar. “Well, I should like to be a little larger, sir, if you wouldn’t mind,” said Alice: “three inches is such a wretched height to be.” Remember when, after Alice in Wonderland falls down the rabbit hole she discovers a doorway that opens into
Every time one of our three sons approached his mid-teens—you know, that time when they want to learn to drive, attend late-night parties, and start experimenting with alcohol and other things you don’t want to even imagine—I yearned to install a very tall tower in our backyard and stick that
“Would that I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood of the window frame.” The Queen from Snow White As with all creativity, first there is the wish, the dream, the idea. The Queen spells out the picture of her
In the Disneyfied version of the popular fairytale, Cinderella,our heroine is more acted upon (i.e.victim) than acting. Her mother has died and her father has remarried the equivalent of the Wicked Witch of the West, with her two equally mean daughters. What’s a good girl to do? Well, definitely not
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