VOX + LUZ
Vox means voice, and Luz means light.
This blog on The Story Catalyst includes my incisive insights about how to find your own voice, even when you are disrupted or silenced. The most definitive post in this series is “Why I Won’t Be Staying for the Rolex,” in which I cast my lot as a creative entrepreneur after two-plus decades in daily journalism and magazine writing.
But you’ll also find my daily practice here, a photo blog that began in 2011 as I saw my mother go into decline at the same time I grew disillusioned with life in the Land of Enchantment after nearly two decades here. I decided that I could generously give my mother what she wished for, from afar, a portal that carried her away from the gloom of aging and into the light. New Mexico has 330 days of sunshine every year. At the same time, I could institute a daily practice that allowed me to stay present in the world, even a world I didn’t like very much because my industry was in a death spiral, my mother was dying and it was dry, brown and dusty here. I decided instead to look for the light every day, to rediscover the gifts that the light brings us.
Even in the midst of uncertainty and despair, this gift of light is available to us every day, no matter how much sunshine we get. At the end of my yearlong experiment, I discovered that the most precious light of all was winter light, when the light is dwindling every day as we head into Winter Solstice. And after that, each day, a minute a light is added to us, it is reminder to move toward the light and away from the darkness.
I invite you to explore these Vox + Luz posts. They may, at times, seem like they are written by two different people – the Vox posts calling you to action, igniting you to speak, urging you to lend your voice, while the Luz posts seem very tender and reflective, inviting you to journey within, inviting you to see grace in every day, even in a very ungraceful world. But I assure you, as you come along with me, that over time, you’ll see the wisdom in this great concoction.
You will also find writings from my regular online Restorative Writes, the first of which I held on June 16, 2016, days after the nation’s worst mass shooting in which 49 people died at an Orlando nightclub. With the Restorative Write: Our Words Matter, we tap into the power of the collective to be a voice of change.
The Essence of You: Be Wild, Be Daring, Don’t Mind
I want to be five years old again. I want to be this little girl who doesn’t wonder what people think of her. She is a little wild and a wee bit shy. She thinks about things. She ponders. But mainly she follows wherever her imagination might lead her. This little girl...
Chasing the Fugitive: Thoughts on Winter Solstice
Every year, as we approach Winter Solstice, I chase the fugitive. It may seem I am chasing the light, but what I think I’m chasing is the temporal. What I find instead is the eternal.
Every story I create is more alive for knowing that I’m going to die but being able to hold that.
Why I Won’t Be Staying for the Rolex
Somewhere, I am sure, is a Rolex in a vault that has been waiting, not yet engraved with my name, to see if I would just mark the time, or if I would heed my calling.
The Writer’s Voice
Pitch & Synopsis: Searching for Persephone Set in the Greek islands and post-Katrina New Orleans, Searching for Persephone is a contemporary twist to the Greek myth about mothers and daughters, grief and passion. Some readers have characterized the novel as The...
Welcome to the dark: Why the Winter Solstice is an invitation
This year, this birthday on Winter Solstice, I have fallen in love with the darkness. I relish the darkness because I am wise enough now to know that it’s not the collected mass of my fears but rather the deep, inner fire of my soul.
Disruption is Your Friend: Why What You Think is Real is Not Real
Disruption is your friend.
Why What You Think is Real is Not Real
We must reinvent ourselves. We just don’t know what to do about it.
Yet, isn’t this is what the creative has been yearning for all along, the moment to be anointed as who she or he truly is, the moment to come alive and be fully self-expressed?
Love Heals: The Grief Project
Time doesn't heal. Love heals. When you lose someone, the people around you often don't know what to say. "Time heals," they'll say, well-intentioned. But grief is a stone in your heart. Many people live with grief as the reference...
Stay Alive: The Foreword to “Yoga and Grief”
She was irreplaceable. And we would have to let her go.
Yoga proved essential for me in the long journey of losing my mother, for its power to ground me in my body, clear my crowded mind, and soothe my soul. Yoga made me brave and strong when I needed to be brave for my mother, when I needed to assure her she could face her death, and I could face losing her.
An excerpt from my foreword for “Yoga and Grief” by Gloria Drayer and Kathleen Doherty, forthcoming in summer 2014 from Balboa Press.
Why I Celebrate Winter Solstice
Winter Solstice is point on the calendar when the sun stands still. That is the literal meaning of the word solstice. In my busy life, I savor those words, "the sun stands still," because time always seems like it's rushing out ahead of me. Deadlines rule me. Winter...
Flash Forms: Crisp, Clear, Compressed … and Unforgettable
“Each drop encases its own separate note, the way each drop engulfs its own blue pearl of light.” –Stuart Dybek, “Nighthawks” The image of raindrops Dybek places in our minds is indelible. That is the way that Tara L. Masih begins to describe the effects of flash...