Happiness 10-7
composing a symphony; The Wonder Clock by Howard Pyle; a night in the Black Forest.
composing a symphony; The Wonder Clock by Howard Pyle; a night in the Black Forest.
strumming the banjo; empathy; Kizhi island.
a small red leaf falling on your head; jumping over puddles; a small favor.
collecting eggs from the hen house;
wisdom of the ages;
creating a stained glass window in a cathedral.
collecting eggs from the hen house; wisdom of the ages; creating a stained glass window for a cathedral.
a warm welcome; seeing a kangaroo in your backyard; drawing the curtains.
quiet awareness; walking into the ballroom arm in arm; silk taffeta.
tea tasting at Harney’s; the sand storm passing; children.
WriteSpa – An Oasis for Writers
Last week you listened, you eavesdropped – you were surprised by nuance, misunderstanding, flow, pitch, tone… Now it’s time to write purposeful dialog. By ‘purposeful’ I mean dialog that
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a mountain of quartz crystal; leading a donkey; reading letters sent to you thirty years ago.
a field of fresh pumpkins; holding onto the rope; trusting.
making a fresh pot of tea; a quiet afternoon; digging for carrots and finding a gold ring.
spending all day on the couch reading a novel; freshly-baked pie; feeling refreshed.
the first frost; sailing around the Australian continent; waltzing together.
a determined chin and jaw; swaying in the topmost branches of the tree; turquoise and silver.
driving through the Umbrian hills in early fall; Giotto; diving into a cold mountain lake with yellow leaves all around.
finding water in the desert; pressing a diamond into her palm; dreaming that your arms are wrapped around a star.
climbing into the space ship; fat earthworms; placing the mirrors.
fields of goldenrod; hurling the discus; a revelation in a dream.
discovering a new sea creature while scuba diving; lighting the lantern; the sand flowing between your fingers.
WriteSpa – An Oasis for Writers
We talk most of the time – except for when we’re not. The gift of language is part of our existence. We communicate with words far more often and easily than we do through writing or even through an expression like a glare or a smile. And yet much of the time, in conversation as in life, things are not what they seem. Words don’t necessarily mean what you think they do, or what they mean when you’re writing narrative prose. That’s because in dialog the words themselves are colored by the people who are using them. […]
a good hour; the temple of Nike; a fresh baguette from the boulangerie.
clearing out the attic; bonfires; climbing aboard the Orient Express.