Writing is the closest thing I’ve found to casting magic.
Having read a short pamplet about unlocking the magic of writing, I followed the instructions, to the letter. I sat down with a small notebook, and noted down my desires. I wrote:
“I will live in a white house beside the sea.”
A decade later, the dream is a reality. We live in a house ten minutes walk from the beach. It’s cream rather than white. We can see the sea and the lighthouse from the window.
I’m lucky that my legend — my dream — is to be a…
“I wish we were free… I wish we could all just breathe. I dream of a world in which we’ve all simultaneously blossomed into everything we are meant to be.”
I’m with Assumpta here. I wish we were all free to be ourselves. I wish we could quit faking it.
A confession: I edit myself all the time. I’ve spent a lot of my life feeling like a fake.
I’m searching for my authentic self — and I’m on the road to find it.
TRIGGER WARNING — This article contains descriptions of suicidal thoughts. Please proceed with care.
“Do you ever think about taking your own life?” the doctor asked.
I squirmed in the padded seat. I was 16 years old. I refused to look at him. I’d known him for as long as I could remember. He wasn’t just my doctor, but a family friend.
I nodded. Yes, I thought about killing myself.
“How would you do it?” he asked.
I knew the answer instantly.
It felt like an intrusive question. But he was my doctor and this was a confidential space. It…
I’ve been writing professionally for well over a decade, so I was surprised recently when I saw myself referred to as a “beginning writer” in another article. It stung my ego!
I contacted the article writer to let her know my writing background and asked her to update the article. She refused and told me that a beginner is how she sees me, and I shouldn’t be worried about it because there’s no shame in being a beginner or an amateur.
I come to you
My life in flame
I see healing in your eyes
I expect water
But you burn
Just as bright as me
It doesn’t make sense
You were meant to fix me
And you said no
You told me
I have crossed a Rubicon and
You offer no cool balm
You throw fuel to the flames
You give life as
As I burn at your touch
What it means
To live in the dust
The scolding ashes
Beneath your feet
To feel relentless
As the sun…
There are some stories that can never be told, because to tell them would shake the ground on which your life is built.
Some people might call this a foundation of lies. I call it a well-crafted story. Life is stories, and you get to choose how to tell yours, and who to tell it to. Our souls are our stories too, that’s what the religious texts tell us. I’m telling this one because I hope it might help somebody, someday, to know no matter how bleak things are, they can always turn around. There’s a brighter future in front…
I find a booth table tucked away in an upstairs corner of McDonald's.
I toss down my plastic tray which carries my tissue-wrapped veggie burger and cardboard-sleeved fries. I take a sip of my chocolate milkshake. I make myself comfortable, removing my jacket. Then I open my book: Meister Eckhart, from Whom God Hid Nothing.
Jeff Bezos can go to hell with his stupid $131 billion. That’s chump change. I’ve got a bulletproof plan to make $1 trillion over the next decade. I’m planning to retire when I’m 35.
I asked Joe Rogan if I could share my plan on his podcast. He wouldn’t have me. He didn’t even reply to my email! He’s jealous. He used to be such a good guy!
I’m sharing my plan here instead.
I’m happy to share this plan in public is because I know no one else has the gumption to follow through.
You need a superior mindset…
Maudie had a filthy, rich laugh. She found humor in everything.
I loved spending time with Maudie. The world felt so light in her presence. She helped me find my angel nature — she gave me a lightness of being and the wings to fly.
It’s like that old-timer G. K. Chesterton said:
“Angels can fly because they can take themselves lightly.”
Then, one day, my friendship with Maudie broke. I’ve hardly spoken to her since.
I met Maudie when we were kids at the most vibrant church in our town. …
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