Man. A word possibly derived from the name of the great progenitor Mannus, or that ancient word manus meaning “hand.” Within this two-fold possibility we can assume that a man is the work of their own hands. This does not mean you need two whole and abled hands. This means that every choice you make… Continue reading Your One Pair of Hands is All You Need to Get Started
Brave Wolf, Stubborn Wolf
Would you call yourself brave or stubborn? Do you ever call yourself either of those things, or do you usually leave it up to the people around you to judge your behavior and attitude when questing? How much more might you accomplish — and how much more help might you get in doing so —… Continue reading Brave Wolf, Stubborn Wolf
Once In The Red Shoes, Always In The Red Shoes
It is unlikely that Hans Christian Andersen would have ever intentionally written a story about conforming to social norms as killing a person’s spirit. In story after story of his own devising, we see the theme of downtrodden individuals enduring trial after trial until they ascend from the lowest ranks of society/spirit to the highest.… Continue reading Once In The Red Shoes, Always In The Red Shoes
Three Strikes to Light a Fire
Strike a match, spark a conversation, have a lightbulb moment. There are so many ways to describe the lightning flash of inspiration, and most of them are about fire and light. But in the end, all that really matters is what we do after our world has been so suddenly and brilliantly illuminated. My feelings… Continue reading Three Strikes to Light a Fire
Bet On Inspiration & Inspiration May Bet On You
Inspiration, now there’s a big ol’ beast of a word to spark a conversation. How many times have we been mocked or mocked others for waiting for inspiration, for the muse to show up? How many people are already out there talking about it and trying to find the best way to tame it or… Continue reading Bet On Inspiration & Inspiration May Bet On You
Did You Have an Accident or Make a Mistake?
The first time I ever argued semantics was with my mother when I was about five. I’d done something I wasn’t supposed to do — like any other five-year-old in the history of everything ever — and when things had gone sideways (surprise, surprise) I got in trouble. The argument was whether I had made… Continue reading Did You Have an Accident or Make a Mistake?