MY WEEKLY BLOG CREATIVITY FOR ITS OWN SAKE When I was in Amsterdam in the sixties, touring with my balletcompany, I visited the Van Gogh Museum. I walked from room to room, the pieces were breathtaking, and I stopped at a self-portrait in which Van Gogh is missing a...
HEALER, HEAL THYSELF Back in the nineteen eighties, I took ten trips to the Philippines to research the legendary psychic surgeons. I became intrigued withone healer in particular, Alex Orbito, who was well known by both native Filipinos and visitors from all over the...
MY WEEKLY BLOG TELL ME A STORY I was studying ballet quite seriously at thirteen years old. I shuttled from Worcester to Boston four times a week, an hour and a half ride each way, for a three hour training session. Sometimes my mother would drive me. When she...
THE ACHE FOR HOME Our two-story wooden cottage in Old Orchard Beach, Maine,with the extended front porch, a dozen rocking chairs and a whitewashed fence,had a soul. Houses with names often do, particularly old ones. The Tide Rock House had a soul as ancient as the icy...
MY WEEKLY BLOG FIRE AND ICE I got home one day, it was 1987, and I checked my voice mail. “Hello,” a deep woman’s voice said, “My name is Olympia. I’m an actress, and I just finished reading your book, Awakening the Healer Within. I wonder if we could meet.” I stared...
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