If we didn’t have to worry about being published and being judged, how many of us would write a novel just for the joy of making one? Why should we think of writing a novel as something we couldn’t try– the way an amateur carpenter might build a simple bookcase or even a picnic table? […]
Joy
We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment– the only moment there is for us to be alive. Every breath we […]
Still Playing
After a year of standing silent, my piano is joyously back in use. I have learned to play Ode to Joy and Good King Wenceslas. My dog particularly likes the Beethoven. I can practically hear her thinking “It’s about time you started to play!” I try not to measure my performance against my brother Christopher’s […]