I write. A lot. I started journaling when I was 15 and never stopped. One of my greatest fears (which showed up in a dream just prior to a 10-day silent meditation retreat) is NOT being able to write. In the dream, I wrote with pencil on the bottom of my foot. (No, it didn’t … More Rat-Proof Your Life (Coming Out of Hiding – Notes on a Wood Board)
When I was a little girl, my auntie used to read coffee grounds at our family gatherings. After dinner, the adults would line up with their almost-empty Turkish coffee cups, which were carefully turned upside-down on the saucers, with the remaining clump of coffee grounds semi-dried (stuck to the bottom and sides of the cup). … More Horses and grasshoppers and thistles, O MY!