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Making Your Unknown Known
When I went to London in the late 1960s I brought a sword with me on the plane. (It was allowed in those days.) I was bringing it over for a friend. Seven years later, when it became time for … Continue reading
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Tagged Art, art and feeling, autobiography, bridging worlds, consciousness, intuitive knowing, memoir, Nancy Wait, painting, perception, the nancy who drew
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Personal Items: Desk
Now that I’ve settled on calling the sequel, “The Nancy Who Drew the Way Home,” I started to think about what the concept of home means to me now. Continue reading
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Tagged Art, drawing, home, memoir, pen and ink, personal items, soul consciousness, story of a desk, the nancy who drew, writing
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Notes on a Sequel
Life can strip you of everything. What it cannot do is take away your inner being. For that is yours and yours alone. Continue reading
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Tagged Art, creativity, drawings, inner life, Nancy Wait, non-fiction, the brush and the pen, the nancy who drew, the way home, truth, writing
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Doorways of the Past
The last doorway I went in search of was nowhere to be found. St. Mary Abbot’s Hospital. How could an entire hospital disappear? I’d only spent a week there back in 1976, but it was such a memorable week that I wanted to go back and see the place. Continue reading
Aligning with Enchantment
The man and the bear are drinking Amstel Light, which to me meant, I’m-still-light. I drank in the fact that I was still light. I gave it to the man to share with the bear. Continue reading
Connections Never Die
Dedicated to the one who once drew me, and I drew back, in my drawings… Continue reading
The Sneezy-Wheezy Gift
It’s all about releasing. Call it a cough or a cold but do call it humbling. When you’re humble you’re vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open, maybe in ways that don’t feel good. But if you’re a writer you have to be open, and keep opening more and more to get to the core. Continue reading
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Tagged art and feeling, being humble, being vulnerable, creativity, expression, having a cold, memoir, Nancy Wait, soul memories, the nancy who drew, writing
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