Writing is NOT Optional

Here’s the deal. For me, writing is not an option. It has always been there, and it is always tapping me on the shoulder. It wants to be freed. It is always nagging at me like a cranky baby, it wants to be born. I can no longer neglect the intense desire because of excuses or doubts. So here I am, shedding excuses. I am a writer, and I shall write.

Writing Down the Bones

Just start writing they say. Whatever comes out. Let it flow. “Writing down the bones”, as author Natalie Goldberg says. Allowing thoughts to transform that blank page. No holding back. Even correcting and editing should wait until a lull in the flow of words. Just get started…past the hump. Don’t interrupt. Somewhere inside there is something to say. Something profound or relevant to share. But just beginning is the hardest.

As Tony Robbins suggests, I ask myself some better questions: Can I believe that something I’ve been through matters? Could my experience and growth and expansion really help someone else? Could my writing be a source of support, inspiration or enjoyment for even one other person? Hell yeah! So let’s do this baby!

The Museletter

Catch and Release

I always knew I was different. Something weird about me. I tended to annoy others with my Pollyanna positivity. And currently, choosing to enjoy life and keep my thoughts going in a feel good direction seems to elicit a 'not real' response in some people. It is very...


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Healing Chronic Pain!

🐜🐜🐜<--- 🎶high in the sky, apple pie hopes🎶 HOPE:Reading, listening, watching videos and doing lots of writing. Untangling this mindbody connection of chronic pain. Such a revelation to see how much the brain tries to protect us from "unacceptable" or unbearable...

Fling the Monster

Fling the Monster Time continues to swirl and twirl and slip along, even when I’m not noticing.  I look up and days have gone by and I wonder “what the heck have I been doing”?  OH YEAH..working on a textbook!!  OY…I literally had no idea how much time this was going...