Only when you get a chance to see yourself reflected in another person are you generally confronted with much about yourself that you didn’t know you didn’t like. Such is the beauty of dynamic relationships, I suppose. The opportunity to see what you’ve hidden, even from yourself, and have it magnified bac
The Bliss Quest
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Eat My Bliss!
The trouble with living by deadlines, is, that over time everything has a due date and you begin to live on a level of exhausted desperation. Book chapter? What’s the due date? Work project? What’s the due date? Fun? How about a 2 hour window on Thursdays, but be flexible. No? When does this dance […]
Transformation is such a chaotic, beautiful, uncomfortable and exhilarating process. I keep thinking whenever I hit one of these patches that I’ll get used to the shifty, pully, tugging, driving, stretching molt that comes from shedding ones older self, ego hiccups and worn-out patterns – but I never do get use
“Dear Mother, Because I fell in love with a man, my emotional landscape has been irrevocably altered, and I’m writing after eight years of silence to say – I forgive you.” Part 1: Forgiving Your Abusers Forgiving your abusers it not the same as redemption. Forgiveness is an act of self-love, freeing
As the BlissQuest is gearing up to step into a new incarnation, new beginnings and re-evolution (revolution), I’m shedding all the unnecessary weight in my life. I only realized a couple of weeks ago, that I’ve been making subconscious steps to achieve this for some time now. Call it Jupiter, Pluto, Uranus, and
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It’s with mixed feelings that I announce the pending closure of the BlissQuest blog. I will be repurposing the site as an author page, and archiving eight years of posts which amount to roughly 1,300 entries, 4,600 comments and several million hits. I will still be here, just in a different form, dedicated to a […]
That awkward moment when your dad calls to talk about your breakup, wanting to know “so who was this guy?” and concludes with: “Maybe in the future I’ll have to send this guy a postcard and tell him thank you. True gratitude for helping your heart wake up so you can feel again. You’ve been und
You know you need to make more time and room in your life for emotional fulfillment when you’re pondering new emotional growing pains and think, I just don’t have time for this right now. The truth is, I need to make time. When a series of unexpected deaths, divorces, and strain on my relationship network […]
It’s a conversation that’s come up a lot, actually. More so in the last year than ever before. A coworker once asked me over lunch, “What’s it like to have “the dream”? You know, the thing that burns in you and drives you?” He went on to say he was curious because he had “desi
It’s been a strange month. Strange and sad, life affirming and beautiful. Depressing and overwhelming. Yet truly lovely. It seems where there are tangles of events, tumultuous emotions, and learning curves – there are also buds of evolution, threads of re-creation and the remaking of choice, desire and direction
It is with tremendous sadness and a heavy heart full of love, that I wish my dearest friend, Michael, across the Silver Moon Path, there to know the glory of the infinite, a cosmos of beauty without pain. Thank you, little brother of this strange world, for finding me in this unlimited expanse just long enough to […
A dear friend of mine, Michael Laux, and his family are struggling with medical bills after extended health issues. Anything and everything is greatly appreciated on his gofundme page. Prayers and well wishes for his recovery are also, as always, greatly welcomed. Please help if you can, or pass along positive thoughts. Th
It shouldn’t still surprise me when I re-read an old note to self, but it usually does. As I’ve been jotting down notes for this year’s note to self, I went back and re-read last year’s 35th Note to Self. I got goosebumps. Life can be really strange sometimes.
It’s been a while since I’ve had a really deep talk with Liam. I haven’t heard his voice clearly in quite some time. So I sat down with him this morning. Turns out, when you’ve been blocking a character voice (for whatever reason), they sure let you have it when you can hear them again. […]
I’ve discovered something interesting in the last few weeks. I’ve discovered that my life, cloistered and a little feral, linear by sheer necessity of survival – has been lacking in emotional curvature. It has been so emotionally strict, for lack of a better word I’ve felt suffocated, yet, have persisted with dete
I realize sometimes that I’m probably not the ideal catch. I’ll be thirty six in a few months and I’m hell bent toward a dream that I refuse to compromise…for anything, or anyone. It’s the dream that gets me out of bed, lights my fire, moves the gears in my brain and kept me alive […]
I’ve been seeing Patrick for two weeks, and I’ve done something so out of character, and possibly reckless, that, well obviously I should write about it. As soon as I mentioned to friends someone had sparked my interest, a deluge of unsolicited comments flooded in from all angles. “Don’t run away” and “Don’t
If you’re a writer and you’ve never been to a Summer on Words conference on the Oregon Coast – you’re missing out. Every year I attend the Summer in Words Writer’s Conference hosted by Jessica Morrell, and every year I walk away a better writer than I was before. Not only are the workshops amazing, […]
So, I met up with one of the guys that answered the tango ad. I’d replied to him because he was so human, and polite and honest in his response. He’s even more so in person. In fact, I knew by the end of coffee, I liked him far more than I should, and I […]
If you’re a writer and you haven’t taken one of Jessica Morrell’s workshops – you really must. Do it for your writing. There’s still room for the ‘From Idea to Story’ workshop in lovely Manzanita, Ore. this weekend. See the details here!
I want to learn the tango, because it’s the dance that epitomizes the play of possibilities between two human beings. It’s an interpretation of physical yearnings strung against the desires of the heart. It is space and rhythm and movement between two bodies, give-take-give, conquer, surrender… rejoice. I guess what
I often hear guys say, “Where are all the real girls?” “Why can’t I meet any nice women?” Etc. Although I’m not claiming in any way to be either nice or real – here’s a little heads up about the internet pool for dating and connections. While men have to filter out spam, and advertising. […]
I’ve decided to stop putting off learning the tango. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, and have tried on several occasions to start the process, but long story short – no one wants to dance with me. So I’ve been putting it off, steeping in the longing and wishing I knew how. Youtube videos […]
It’s wonderful when a great storyteller is also a great writer, but that’s not always the case. If I had to choose one or the other, I’d choose to be a great storyteller. Writing well is nice, sure, but storytelling is grasping moonlight and weaving it into jasmine. There’s nothing sadder than a great writer […
Big sister: I think you’re right. You just need to be selective about who you talk to about the idea so the naysayers don’t drain so much energy from you and cause doubt. You have a worthy idea. You can’t afford to lose confidence at this point because people aren’t getting it. Me: I guess […]
There are some days, some really long days, when I’m talking about the publishing house launch, about wanting to start a fair trade art movement, about wanting artists to get health benefits, and retirement counseling and respect – and the day adds up to these questions from people. Some are people I know, others are [&
You’d think I’d have learned not to reach toward the online dating thing by now. But, yes, I did attempt to post a couple of ads last week, and regretted it almost immediately. Whether it’s a statement about my dating pool or dating online in general, it’s impossible to tell. Even the dates I go […]
Stories shape us. We are the stories we hear. We will become the stories we tell.
When I got pulled out of the line for the metal detector and baggage scan at the courthouse, I mentally went through my purse, panicking. Is there anything gross in there? I’d taken my knife out a couple of weeks ago for a photo thing, but I couldn’t think of anything else that would be [...]