by lori | Oct 23, 2018 | Creating, Culture, Essays, Forgiveness, Getting Lost, Imagination, Strength in Real Life, Unapologetically Odd, Wayfinding
It’s October 2018. Status update from earth. We’re tired. We’re working hard. Many of us are in pain: hurting, scared, and angry on a regular basis now. I could say most of us but I can only see and speak on behalf of my own community on that. Here, most of us are... by lori | Apr 5, 2018 | Acceptance, Creating, Essays, Getting Lost, Grief and Loss, Stillness, Story, Strength in Real Life, Unapologetically Odd, Wayfinding, Wonder, Writing
We’ve had one hell of a fall and winter here. We helped Mom move into a memory care home where she’ll have the round-the-clock, large community support she now needs. We’ve been moving with our own grief and helping each other, and Mom and Dad, with... by lori | Jan 23, 2018 | Books, Creating, Essays, Strength in Real Life, Unapologetically Odd, Wayfinding, Writing
I heard this from a friend in Seattle this week: “I write with a question. After much dithering, hemming and hawing, I have found the key to my book… I would greatly appreciate your counsel on how to navigate the process of getting it published. Finding an... by lori | Jun 5, 2017 | Creating, Culture, Essays, Unapologetically Odd, Writing
Right to lose our way often. Creators have the right to wander, wend, and get lost as often as possible. To support each other in being lost, we listen first and at least as twice as long as we speak, and we share each other’s work and stories with the world. If we... by lori | Oct 3, 2016 | Creating, Essays, Writing
Author Anaïs Nin said: “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” and “Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” Today I want to say this. This woman... by lori | Jan 1, 2016 | Creating, Essays, Imagination, Play and Magic
I was 23 when my first cat found me. She leapt out of a holiday box — a gift from a boyfriend — promptly jumped into my largest house plant, and pooped. We named her Winnie the Poo, Winnie for short. Two years later (different house, different boyfriend,...