I sit in a rocking chair facing my fireplace wearing blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. A chunk of burning wood separates from a log and falls. With a poker, I shove it into the coals so it will continue burning. I scoot the chair forward and extend my legs onto the hearth, crossing them [...]
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In a dream, I see myself walking through a magnificent garden toward a flowing fountain, or perhaps I am sitting beside the fountain watching a man approach along a flower-lined path. The quiet of the sanctum fills me and affords an opportunity for reflection. Peace sweeps over me, and my anxiety is gone. The garden [...]
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As the woman’s story develops in my journal, she comes across as mostly feminine. Not terribly so now as an older woman, but still, something female flows from her—a glow, a hue, a trait that has become more subtle with age. She seems feminine and, at the same time, frustrated at her inability to hold [...]
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As I write, words sometimes pop up that I don’t anticipate. They appear when I least expect them, often when I’ve just written something that seems to have little redeeming value. At that magical moment, manna alights nearby and waits for me to see it. I think I spot it tonight, and I pick it [...]
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I stand in a tiny room inside my head. I reach outside through a hole, grasp some manna, and drag it inside to examine it with my inner eye. Upon viewing it, I see that the writing is superb, mostly because it’s not mine. Oh sure, I work diligently on numerous drafts until each piece [...]
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Journals are like calendars. After the fact, calendars become records of the dates and hours that people do things. Journals function similarly, but on an interior level. They are chronicles of what goes on inside their operators. Most of the material that appears in them is mundane slop that no one of sound mind would [...]
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I must have patience. The manna will come. I write and write, and the only character who appears is an old woman who does not do much. Women frequently appear in my journal, but the ones I remember most are a mysterious woman who steps up to defend a kneeling man; a brave woman who [...]
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As Keimei lay among the grasses and flowers, she began to recite a story that she had begun previously but had not finished. It was about a creature that lived in a cave under a mountain and created marvelous stories. Other beings in the region heard about the tales from a bird that spied on [...]
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The dainty nymph walked unpretentiously into the firelight and turned toward the audience. The glow of the fire enhanced her natural orange hue, and she gazed over the heads of her listeners into space as if connecting with an extraterrestrial power. Then, with flames leaping behind her and a gleam in her eye, Veita lowered [...]
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