Comments on: Halfway Home

By: Alisa

Alisa — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 18:19:26 +0000

Susan,
boy, you sure know how to pointedly aim the arrow …..I recognize my own tears as sadness of my own familiar heartbreak. Only, in my case, the relationship is with my Self.
I so look forward to reading more.

Enjoy the rest of your retreat. I hope it offers you everything you need.

By: Phil Menger

Phil Menger — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 00:14:13 +0000

Boy oh boy wish I had your new book about a half dozen years ago when someone broke my heart! Your comments about fearlessness could have applied also during my cancer ordeal as well. Broken bodies are like broken hearts in some ways too don’t you think? But heck with those real life lessons in my back pocket now I am once again, after being let go from a company I worked at for 22 years, learning what fearlessness has to teach me. Your words help.

By: robert

robert — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 18:17:54 +0000

what practice are you doing currently, susan?

and thank you for sharing these thoughts with us! good luck with everything!

By: susan

susan — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:14:41 +0000

Thank you, Mark David! It’s wonderful to hear from someone who knows exactly what I’m trying to do and how weird it is.

What you say about your books being smarter than you are is a fantastic, fantastic reminder. I so appreciate you saying that. I don’t have to do all the work. The book knows better than I! I really know exactly what you mean. It’s such great timing to get this reminder.

I’ll have to get a copy of your book. It sounds wonderful.

By: susan

susan — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:06:58 +0000

Thank you so much for your good wishes, so perfectly expressed.

How’s this for a quote:

“Keep your intelligence white hot
And your grief glistening
So your life will stay fresh.”
–Rumi

Mipham Rinpoche is raining down the dharma like nobody’s business.

By: Mark David Gerson

Mark David Gerson — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 02:06:05 +0000

Happy Halfway, Susan!

I love your feline photo and the description that accompanies it. Boy do I know that one!

When I decided to turn my random ramblings about writing into a book (or, rather, when those random ramblings decided that *they* would be a book), I engaged in a similar exercise, sans cat.

Mine took place in a Sedona café, where I spread out dozens of paper piles and went at them with scissors, Scotch tape and a felt-tip marker.

It felt daunting at first, but I quickly rediscovered one of the book’s precepts, which is that my books are smarter than I am. As I listened to the voice of my muse, the cutting, pasting and sorting happened almost magically and largely effortlessly. And before I knew it, I had the skeleton of what is now The Voice of the Muse: Answering the Call to Write.

Truly, the story knows best. Always!

By: Ben Tremblay

Ben Tremblay — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 01:59:51 +0000

This brings back so many memories of Gampo … treating retreatants as ghosts if I happened to encounter one during my daily perigrinations.

And Mipham Rinpoche … ah-lah! I sure do miss Karma Dzong!

Anyhow, I wish you profound relaxation in the moist warmth of great grief.

KC: