Rejection is painful. Still, it seems to have a purpose: to make enough room to grow in.
As much as I cherish freedom (and I do), I have come to think of July Fourth as Forgiveness Day — because it always makes me think of John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, their bitter feud and miraculous reconciliation.
I’ve told you before what it’s like to have a manuscript rejected by umpteen publishers and finally accepted. This time, I thought I’d bring you right into the action as it happens.
The truth of people is that we are neither dogs nor cats, but people. Still, Jung said we each embody both animus and anima. My observation is that we humans, each and every one of us, also contain aniwoof and animeow.
Does power invariably corrupt? I don’t think so. But it does generate a sort of gravitational field around itself that can distort reality, if you aren’t careful.
The stories we choose to tell ourselves shape the character of the world we live in.
It’s not that having secrets is terrible. It’s that life can feel so terribly lonely when you think you have to hide who you are.
I love to read great mysteries, in part for the language — and in this case, for the pure inspiration.
What is it we love so much about good mysteries? Perhaps it is that they echo what we ourselves are doing here in this life.
If you had the chance to talk to your nineteen-year-old self, what would you say?