Removing My Website

  Beth clicked on the message alert in Facebook. The text was short: “When are you coming home?” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to quell tears that sprouted under her eyelashes. “Home” wasn’t the house waiting for her a few miles down the road with daughter, son-in-law, grandson, and pets. “Home” wasn’t the humble lake home 14 hours away with her son and his dog.  “Home” wasn’t the United States of America. “Home” was a village on a lake in Guatemala. Memories floated by as beautiful as the soul behind the words: the morning spent under banana trees, the ease of conversations, the quickness of the hours, the magic spell of tea in the shade and ghee in the sun. It was another world of dirt paths, lush gardens, and hand-made stone walkways. USA life forced Beth’s feet on productive paths, with ever-present time ticking away the opportunities to make progress. Lake life had a different rhythm, a different production. Somehow in simplicity, more meaningful work was don...

  Do you have spring fever yet? I do! I want to get out and breathe (literally). I want to get on the road and explore (literallly). We can do these things in our imaginations too. I remember many times when I felt pent up, and I "solved" it by going to an all-night diner with a book and a notebook. So imagine yourself there with me right now. We met to write. Here's what I propose we do: Freewrite for a while. Let loose. Whatever comes to your mind, write it! Weird, wacky, practical, profound. Just frolic for a bit. It's spring! (Well, almost.) When you've let that mind of yours free from the winter, unwound some stiffness, we can start a guided exercise. Write down something true about the past year. Just one sentence, one fact. At the end of that sentence, turn the period into a comma and add the word "but" . . . . Now explore the possibilities! Have some fun and play into the future of what you can imagine. For example, I might start this way:   ...