I am delirious (not kidding) to announce that one of my dreams has come true—I have been interviewed! By one of my fave peeps on the Main Line—yoga teacher, prolific spiritual tweeter, Hindu mythology expert and podcaster extraordinaire, Sitaram Das who I know as Daniel Shankin. We discuss weighty matters like Paleo, the hero’s journey, the creative spirit and heroically dealing with eleven rejections on my current novel. Listen to it here.
I used to blog about Daniel back in the yoga day. I love what Daniel brings to the mat, namely sardonic wit, a self-deprecating sense of his own humanity and humor, and an encyclopedic knowledge of myth. He mentions these blog posts during the podcast so here they are. How convenient! I’m not going to say anymore. Okay just one more thing. Daniel has a pretty cat named Little Sweetie.
Just saw this in my daily New York Times email.
Discovered and read Zen in the Art of Writing just as Ray Bradbury left the earth. He reminded me that we write from a place of “delighted joy.” And that writing is a joyous, cathartic, magical thing. That when people undermine your passions they are not your friends, so stay away from them and stick with those who support you. Write about the things that make your heart sing and write about the things that make you want to punch someone in the face. The truth of the thing is what’s important. The meat of it—vital. Observe. Document. Smell it, touch it, swim in it, and write it the hell down.
Crazy salad. That’s from Yeats. I would not know this if it weren’t for Ray Bradbury and his essay, How to Keep and Feed a Muse, where he suggests reading poetry, which I admit I never do, because I am not properly trained, properly motivated, properly set right in the writer’s brain, and perhaps because I enjoy on some level depriving myself of the very things that might crack open my heart and fill it with warm liquid gold that caresses me whispering, Elise, rejoice! The earth holds you in her arms and weeps for your happiness! The stars shine for you! Live, run, laugh! The universe is truly abundant!
What a glorious thought—organizing my blog entries from day to day. Night Table Mondays. Recipes Friday. In between, Tuesday True stories, Wednesday Revelations and The Thursday Hunt for Clarity among the leafy branches of Suburbia.
Oh for it to fold up that easily, like a linen napkin; to present itself as a clever newspaper column, magazine gloss, a blog someone else writes.