The Search for Truth
IT WAS THEN THAT THE FOX APPEARED. "Good morning," said the fox. "Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing. "I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree." "Who are you?"
The Significance of Play
LATER JUNG WROTE, "The creative activity of imagination frees man from his bondage to the 'nothing but' and raises him to the status of one who plays. As Schiller says, 'Man is completely human only when he is at play"'
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Hosting the Psyche
IT WAS COLD THAT FALL, especially along the river. The threat of winter wind blew the fallen leaves in swirls at my feet. It was grey as well. A metallic hue hugged the city; the only sense of change was when the Grossmunster clicked from minute to hour and the echoing bells filled the air.
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The Pilgrim
The journey implies a set plan, a beginning, a concrete goal, an outward destination. The pilgrim is driven by a force from within, possibly not even recognizable, yet so compelling that one cannot turn away.
Sanctuary Magazine
First came her mother’s insistent voice, and then her father’s; it was time to go. The streets were congested; nothing looked or smelled like home. The buildings were tall, extremely tall, and there were no flower beds or green grass, just concrete and people. In fact, there was very little sunlight; drummer girl had stepped into a world of shadows.
The best books about pilgrimages of the soul,
picked by Sally Dukes
I love stories about “pilgrimage.” I have always been an admirer of those characters who search, whether in fiction or nonfiction. I respect their steadfast endurance to undertake a calling, meet unforeseen obstacles, and overcome insurmountable circumstances, while never allowing the burning flame that drives them to extinguish.
Inspired by Truth
My memoir, drummer girl, does not demonstrate solid plot development, nor is the character, me, that dynamic. What it is, however, is based on truth, my truth, and because of that, it is heartfelt and its theme universal. Readers can relate to pain, they like to champion a cause, they like to identify with the main character.
Writing the Unexplainable:
CraftingMemoir Around Spiritual or Transformational Experience
Varanasi and the Sacred Art of Dying
We arrived early morning by rickshaw. The sun was just beginning to cast its gaze upon the night-cooled earth. The pungent smell of incense floated through the morning air, billowing smoke from the small cook fires stung our eyes making them tear, and the loud din of distant chanting echoed through the Ghat.