Drawn by a Star

“You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'” -George Bernard Shaw "On sorrow floats laughter." — Günter Grass 'FOOL AT HEART.' The clown as sacred healer and teacher: the life work of Didier Danthois: Here's a little about a wonderful mentor I've had in my life. I've had two actually. More about the other later. This post will explain my fascination with the image of the clown in my art work. Meeting Didier Danthois fifteen years ago quite simply changed my life. And I discovered for myself that truly: 'On sorrow floats laughter, and joy.' Here are a few extracts from his website: 'In Simplicity and Presence the Fool takes us directly to the heart. With Playful Wisdom, he she guides us through the noisy clutter of too much thinking to the child of eternity, secretly hiding at the core of our being. In trust and innocence the Fool recalls the musi...

Strange. I thought I had posted this last autumn. But no, I didn't. I'm posting it now because I was thinking about Fabio, the Brazilian clown, yesterday. As I believe thoughts really do become things, maybe he'll reappear! Or, maybe, yesterday he too was remembering his version of this story? Or perhaps something else was happening energetically between us? Who Knows? Fabio used to sit on the church steps in my nearest town here in Spain, and busk. With a handful of props, he'd place himself on the middle step, a few feet from the road, beside the traffic lights, where his audience were captive for all of the minutes it took the lights to change to green. I would wind down my car window and throw him coins, and sometimes coffee flavored sweets, and a big smiling thank you. His serious painted face and his magical mimed 'muchas gracias' lit up my day, always. 'There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The ...

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. Marcel Proust “There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors of perception” Aldous Huxley Sometimes life just doesn't make any sense. Sometimes quotes don't hit the spot. Sometimes I forget how blessed I am. Sometimes it's all so overwhelmingly beautiful I can hardly bear it. Sometimes I forget. Yes, sometimes I forget what I just said or thought. Always, I know I am never alone, and where I'm going next is one place nearer to home. My grandson started school yesterday. By best friend was diagnosed with breast cancer yesterday. I went to the supermarket to buy bulk toilet rolls. But first I sat on the side of the mountain at daybreak, and prayed.

This post has nothing to do with South America and nothing to do with screen writing, but I wanted to share it with a few friends who are interested. So here goes. It's about village life in southern Spain. How I've found a home which is much , much more than a house. I was asked to make the opening speech at our village fiesta this year. Last night I delivered it! It's called the 'pregón', the 'herald.' It's a huge honor for a foreigner to be asked to do this. You could have heard a pin drop everybody listened so attentively, even the children listened. A friend in the village, Elena,a primary school teacher, helped me in many ways to prepare. She also scared the living daylights out of me when she said they would throw tomatoes at me if they didn't like what I was saying. She was joking of course ! This is what I shared with my beloved village: Buenas noches, queridos vecinos y vecinas de Alcázar de Venus. Me quedé muy sorprendida ...

Доброго ранку всім 19 читачів мого блогу в Україну. Дякую, що відвідали мій блог. Я дуже радий знати, що ви поділяєте мої розповіді. Майте великий день! Доброе утро всем 19 читателей моего блога в Украине. Спасибо, что посетили мой блог. Я очень рад знать, что вы разделяете мои рассказы. Имейте большой день! Добро јутро свима 19 читаоци мог блога у Украјини. Хвала што сте посетили мој блог. Одушевљена сам да знате да сте делећи своје приче. Имају велики дан!