The experience of spiritual mysticism in everyday life:

Part 1


She was 90 and slumped over with her head tilted severally to the left, four single dollar bills fanned the front of the donation envelope that sat on her pink skirt, her squashed loafers cemented to the floor.

A reminder that in order to get something you must give.

The Orthodox Jews were preparing for morning service, the air carrying a dignified silence coupled with long white capes and jerry curled beards.

A prayer for the dying, a prayer for those passed, a prayer for those who are walking.

A dedicated song.

Have you ever seen a group of men praying and then talking about happiness?

It happens all the time.

Really?

It's not often you get the opportunity to really express how you feel. Hell, it might be rare.

When it comes to writing it can be just as tricky thanks to the inner critic.

And when it rears its ugly head (that voice that says we're just not good enough), sometimes we stop dead in our tracks instead of putting on our boxing gloves.

Granted some of us are still fearless, no matter how many mistakes we've made or how many people have scared us silly.  It takes real guts to remain fearless and keep braving on.

Especially when you're writing children's books. Seriously, I'm not kidding. It's tough stuff trying to

squeeze you're adult brain into a seven year old's fantasy.  Only the truly insane and genius can do it.

So there's hope. Because there's plenty of genius and insanity to go around.

All you have to do is sign up at your nearest children's critique group.