Listen to internet radio with WriteSpa Oasis for Writers on Blog Talk Radio This week, Winslow talks about her grandmother’s—and her mother’s—favorite tenet in life: “Don’t let your possessions possess you.” What are your favorite possessions? Would would you choose to hold onto no matter what?
setting off early; turning over a card; redemption.
remembering that weekend; a sliver of light under the door; singing bowls.
the old apple cider press; mist rising; turning the key to the door of the dollhouse and entering.
a bright red dragonfly landing on the quince; rubbing the lamp; being eager for more.
the robe falling open in the dark; a crystal glowing from the inside; waiting for a long time and then seeing it happen.
a blue moon in Pisces; shadow puppets and fireflies; crossing the Tarn Valley on the Millau Bridge.
the owl whispering in your ear; the cactus blooming again; a strange noise that turns out to be a welcome surprise.
sunlight on piles of antique stained glass; gold glitter pouring upward from her palm; dancing during afternoon tea
What, exactly, are they trying to say? What makes someone appear beautiful?
Especially irritating to me is when an author writes: “She used to be beautiful, but now she had a few wrinkles around her eyes…”
Argh. Irk. You’d be much better off saying,“She used to be twenty-two…” […]
cake and presents; playing pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey; coming to the end of the trail and deciding to go on.
a circular slant of light; finding yourself transported back in time; the kindness of strangers.
the sweetest crescent moon; papaya salad; stepping onto the gangplank.
woken by a crash of thunder; arriving at the temple of Banteay Srei in Cambodia; the grapes ripening.
the horse and the donkey; a series of unexpected events that leads to amazement; curled up on a window-seat with a mystery.
four quartz crystals in a pool of water; opening the drawer and finding a mysterious charm bracelet; the shepherd home from the hill.
holding a mirror up to the sky; swimming to the underwater pyramid at Yonaguni-Jima, Japan; a half-open yellow rose.
two queens talking in the summer house; climbing to the top; seeing things as they really are.
the smallest key in the world which opens the biggest door; hearing a sound you can’t hear; finding a cool place in the forest in the heart of summer.
lying on a warm stone; opening your wings to the sun; laughter floating past.
WriteSpa – An Oasis for Writers
As I was conversing with a WriteSpa client, and we were discussing assignments and goals, I asked her where she wrote. She hesitated, then said, “It’s a bit problematic…I don’t have a laptop and my computer’s in the living room. I don’t really have a place for it.”
From the way she spoke, I could tell that using “the computer” was for her a chore, a bit of a nuisance, something that she ‘should’ turn on and use, like a vacuum cleaner, perhaps. I knew that for her to have a satisfying relationship with Mr. Write, the ambience surrounding the area where she worked was crucial. […]