Stories With Heart And Soul 
“I write to discover what I know.”Flannery O’Connor When I read Flannery O’Connor’s quote, “I write to discover what I know,” I felt affirmed and free. There is someone else, someone I revere, who feels the same way I do. No doubt other writers have the same experience. However, when Flannery O’Connor says it, it
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I met an angel on a summer morning. It’s a perfect memory. Some of us lick the edges of life while others live with a sore patch, constantly rubbing the wound, either keeping it fresh or making it fester. Most of us keep on like freight trains loaded with debris. I find relief and restoration
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Seeing the moon just before sunrise is a real treat. I’m used to communing with the sun, but this time of year the sun takes its time. Today I woke too early for my own good. When I ventured outside at 6:00am, I found the moon in the minutes before it trades places with the
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I have a confounding confession to make. I let Artificial Intelligence crawl through the Catherine’s Table website yesterday. Lured by an AI overview sitting on top of the Google search pile, I surreptitiously tapped the icon. Ask yourself how someone who prizes gardens and quiet spaces would let Doctor Evil slither through her beloved home?
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If you write you’ve heard, “Write what you know.” I know the sun is a healer. When it rises, I feel anointed and when it sets I’m blessed again. Every single morning, I sit on the west end of our loveseat like a lazy cat. Our condo faces north which freaked me out at first.
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My friend Betsy prays for prosperity every day. She asked me if I was trying to prosper through writing. I said “Yes,” like a reflex, because I knew she was talking about money. The truth is I don’t think about writing and money together. Instead, I focus on quiet and stillness and watching and listening.
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I try, try to be kind and loving, but I’m so resentful sometimes. Just when I think I’m free from a resentment, another one grows like a poison mushroom. Nursing a few resentments now, I’m beginning to think I like them. Resentment is a strange kind of fuel. You can keep one simmering for years
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Kindness is a superfood. Berries, nuts and leafy greens can’t compete with the instant boost that being kind gives you. The health benefits of being kind include an ability to lower blood pressure and boost levels of serotonin and dopamine in your brain. I’m surprised doctors don’t include practicing kindness in every prescription. Yesterday, I
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We never lose our power. Some of us misplace it or believe it’s diminished over time. We may not seem the same on the surface, and we may develop gnarly habits. But our power is always with us. The truth is we’re the same person we were at 12. Life weakens and fortifies us. We
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The sun is my best friend. I miss mornings in the window seat of our old kitchen where southern light bathed the room. Ceramic bowls shined like actors under stage lights and peaches glowed like deities. Living in a condo facing north now, planet earth kidnaps the sun in September and returns her in March. So
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