Author Archives: April Lee

all of a sudden,
a huge bang like a gunshot.
and the passenger side window shattered.

a negative fluke of circumstances:
a man using a weedeater.
a large rock flung up.
and me, driving by at that exact moment.

thankful for tempered glass.

“the labyrinth is truly a tool for transformation. it invites our intuitive, pattern-seeking, symbolic mind to come forth. our own life experience, our role in the cosmic dance, is the raw material for the sacred ritual of walking the labyrinth.”

-reverend doctor lauren artress

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two weeks ago, a childhood friend and i went on a road trip.

i loved madrid.
but i slept badly there.

partly because there were four people in one not-very-big room.
but mostly due to a previous neck injury.

it was the first city on our six-week european trek.
and i already missed my pillow.

the need to understand,
to decipher,
to define the voluminous and overwhelming puzzles.
the mysteries life tosses at us
(sometimes buries us with)
each day.
impossibilities.

but here,
in my tiny place in the universe,
i attempt to sort them out,
to filter through,
to bring sense to my existence.

it’s been almost a year and a half since i began writing morning pages,
one of julia cameron’s suggested exercises in the artist’s way.
except for a two-week absence several months ago,
i have written in my moleskin journals every day.