The silence was devastating. I wanted to say something that would help my friend, wanted to ease her pain, wanted to go back in time and stop it from happening. I wanted to hug her, tell her that everything was going to be alright, but I was 600 miles away and… it was never going to be alright.
You NEVER forget your first! So true. This experience moved me, changed me, gave my soul wings, and I will never forget it.
I remember standing for the first time before a painting by Rembrandt. I became lost in the play of light and shadow, the life of each brushstroke. I became lost in time. For an instant it was as if I were there, watching him paint his masterpiece. His vivid essence remained, even centuries after he put brush to canvas. I stood there. Transfixed. Forgetting to breathe.
This was like that but amplified a hundred times.
For the longest time, I felt I didn’t belong here… on this planet. I felt out of place in the human world, perhaps, in part, because of my dyslexia… that and my over-abundant imagination, which got me in trouble periodically throughout grade school. So as a child, I somehow decided it would be a good idea not to need anyone. After all, I had my stories to keep me engaged, and my characters to keep me in good company. I poured love into my stories and received an immeasurable love in return.
The other day, while searching THE LOST PATH (book 3 of The LightBridge Legacy) for a quote, I found this; “You are what you focus on. What occupies your mind will soon occupy your life. If that is hatred, you will find evidence of hate in all you survey. If that is love, you will find the presence of love all around you.” From The Tome of the Light Masters
At midnight on Christmas Eve, the family gathers in a circle, sitting cross-legged on the floor, each with an unlit candle. The room is dim, lit only by the warm glow of the tree lights. There are no presents under the tree, just four festively embellished boxes with slits at the top just large enough for folded pieces of paper to enter.
In the movie, “Beautiful Dreamers,” two men, a vicar, and a journalist discuss the danger of Walt Whitman’s visit to a quaint 19th century English village. The Vicar is concerned about the wild influence Whitman will have on the people of his small pious town, while the journalist chooses to underestimate the famous writer’s influence,…
What an amazing time we live in. When technology can connect us to anyone in the world, and we can strike up a friendship with someone who lives thousands of miles away, yet so many of us find it difficult to meet someone with whom we can simply be happy.
My Valentines Day thoughts…
On Valentines Day, the people who stand out are those who aren’t celebrating love…
We are all on a journey in this world… a journey through life. We all have dreams and goals, hopes and fears, of where that journey might lead us. We are, in this way, bound together by the road that stretches out before us, and the fires that burn bright within us. And even with our vast cultural and personal differences, we all belong to the same family; the family of humanity. Within the Tolkien paradigm, there are secret clues woven into the fabric of each story, keys; if you will, to help us succeed in life no matter where it is that we are headed.
It was fun.
Seeing New York City for the first time through the eyes of love has painted an indelible portrait on the canvas of my mind that will forever remain vibrant and alive.
The greatest lessons in life sometimes come from the most unexpected places.
One late afternoon, on a warm spring day in my nineteenth year, I sat with a friend of mine on a cliff in Palos Verdes, gazing out at the Pacific blue. Waiting for the sun to set, we sat in silence, feeling our separate worlds merge.
Want to know the best advice I’ve ever received as a writer AND as a human being?
Here it is:
Be the hero of your own story.
This advice set me on a new life path and everything changed!
For me, being the hero of my own story means living my life by all the same principles and doctrines I hold my protagonists to…