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Hello friends, There’s an artist—or perhaps an arts collective—here in the Pacific Northwest that makes wooden dragon heads with glass teeth and jeweled eyes made of old CDs. The dragons are always painted in bold colors, and attached high up wood utility poles, so it seems as if they are roaring to the sky. I love that part. The roaring to the sky, part. I also love how bright and colorful these dragons are, and how carefully thought out, even if they are made of scraps of wood and outdated technology. Actually, I love that the dragons are bold because they're made of gathered objects and things that may have been cast off. These dragons got me thinking: How often do we allow ourselves to roar? To be bold? To claim the fact that we, ourselves, are made up of the scraps of life? Sometimes—and I get it—it feels safer to be quiet and blend in. Especially for some of us. Especially now. But times like these? A lot more of us might do well to roar more often. What would help you take a risk this week? What might help you to be a bit more bold, and to claim your life? And, closing out the month of June, what might help you live in pride? This week, I hope you find your inner dragon. I hope you show someone your bright colors. And I hope you find a chance to roar. Best wishes — Thorn Need some fiction to take you away? I’m part of this limited-time, sliding scale, Unusual Heroes StoryBundle!
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T. Thorn Coyle
Hello friends, Well… it’s been another eventful week here in the US and globally. In the midst of it all, I’m sure you’ve gone to work, worried about money or family or friends, dropped children off at school, cared for your elders, bought groceries… all of the ordinary things in life. I’m sure some of you have also been to community safety trainings, or attended vigils. Some of you have escaped for an hour or two into books, music, movies, or long walks. And that’s what we do, in...
Hello friends, It is early January. Another Gregorian calendar year. Outside my window, the sun shines after rain. Wisps of grey clouds hover low, kissing utility wires. It’s gorgeous outside, and feels still. The air is cold and soft with moisture. Crows call to one another, cars drive by. Tea steams its fragrance at my side. Today is another day to ponder, work, and plan. Today is another day to choose. What will you choose, repeatedly, this year? What do you plan? What might you build?...
Hello friends, Believe it or not—and despite the first paragraph—below are more thoughts about hope… As one Gregorian calendar year draws to a close, many of us are gazing into a highly volatile, uncertain future. The US economy seems to teeter on a precipice. With scant oversight and terrified or deported workers, our food supply is both compromised and costly. Environmental regulations are gutted. Families are rent apart. Too many people live in fear of what the next day will offer. This...