What do you want?

You know how birds fly into windows? It’s a terrible noise, that thunk. People walk into windows, but not as often, I’m guessing, as birds fly into them.

I wanted to give you, dear readers, a gift, so I asked my friend April Dinwoodie if she would write a post for my blog. I knew the would hit it out to the park because she is a walking heart. She lives with a fierce, wild courage that is always informative and surprising and often deeply subversive and funny.

I love the words mystery and wonder, but sometimes I forget just how important they are to me.

If you want to write but feel stuck, crawl for a while. Make lists instead of sentences. Take naps. Dream about the things you want to write.

I have noticed something about adopted people. Many of them (uh, me) cling to the narrative that no one held them after they were born.

Stuart is about to release a podcast I think is a game changer, and so I asked him if we would be a guest blogger here and tell you a little about it and himself.

When people are telling a person story, one that costs them something to tell, they do this thing.

The thing about the publishing business is that it really does seem to eventually come down to meeting the right person, and I’ve been fortunate enough to meet the right person many times.

The price of being a people pleaser is that you can lose your air in a heartbeat.

I wondered if this is what happens when a baby’s skin is not soothed and welcomed home by the mother when the baby is born. I wondered, yet again, if the primal wound has to do with the skin of the baby, the unfinished nature of adoptee-skin. We are like burn victims without the scars.

Dear Reader, the reason I’m talking to you about this is because I played with my lower dan tien this morning with my teacher Kent Bond, and I feel so much hope and joy. I want to share with you what I learned so you can feel the same way, if you want.