I have been thinking lately about one character, Dana, from my recent novel, The Awakening of Russell Henderson, and am thinking of writing a back story for her. Poor Dana, she was never really given much space when I was dealing with her difficult, workaholic husband, Russell. Fedup, she wrote the note, moved out, literally … Continue reading Dana’s Backstory
Ghosts filled the room where we sat drinking our tequila and beer in dusty hidden darkness while we talked of the hard suffering history of Rocky Mountain mining towns who still felt residual pain, sadness, and death. She observed us silently from blue ether where she chose to live her afterlife in happier saloons with … Continue reading Cowboy Angels
While at meditation this morning at the Dharma Center and participating in the discussion afterwards, I was reminded of how my 30 some years of Buddhist teachings and meditation influenced Russell's character in The Awakening of Russell Henderson and his time with Hannah and subequently with the Rinpoche at the Retreat Center out in Oregon. … Continue reading Sunday
in those lean times we lay in bed longer wrapped in lust comfort of warm our bodies against the cold chill of a low winter sun shining more each day for a dawning spring when we quench the fire so luna might forever shine while we play in green grass
Had about another 10 inches this morning so spent most of another day plowing out. The clouds are supposed to move out tonight with things warming up next week into the 40s. As I write this blog I am thinking about how much I am missing actual story writing. There are a lot of ideas … Continue reading Another day of snow . . .
We had a one day window of oportunity to get home between snow storms and made it back last night from Scottsdale green grass and palm trees to 2 feet of snow that fell on Monday and Tuesday. Then 12 inches more last night and this morning. Thankfully our neighbor plowed our drive so we … Continue reading Home to snow
The dark skinned girl with ringlets of black curls falling carelessly down her back cast me a white toothed smile of soft invitation of love upon catching my soft gaze. Seductively she threw her ringlets over her left breast exposing the spider tattoo adorning her slender neck. I smiled back a brown-eyed tear … Continue reading The Spider Tattoo