Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • There's a place. You have to go to that place. It is non-negotiable. You know where it is. It's outside the noise, but inside the static of your heart. If it melts, it melts, if it shines, it shines, if it is in the high desert, so be it: the sun will be dry and show you pinks and the blue rustings of the dispossessed. If it is low swamp it will tell you that story and bear into it, bore down, it won't be pretty, but happy-happy is not where you want to go and you know it. You need no advice, you need no counsel, you need confirmation, but why waste time on that?

    Time is 'awasting.

    If it is a long life, if we have forever, every trail and path might be driven, every optional driveway, asphalt, tarmac, tar, blacktop, dust and overrun with boulders, every avalanche detritus, every news flash, every blog from the next one who just got smart----if we have the life of forever.

    But if we have that shorter life, then you already know.

    There is the place.

    If it is outside you, go there.

    if it is inside, go there.

    Joy is not an easy road. You may not even see happy-happy, on the way.

    There may be wildfires. Look, there will be wildfires. There may be molten lava. You may never return, your new name might be: ash. You may return with no eyebrows. You may return with candles. It might be night and your feet might be your new pathfinders. But do not blame others.

    You know where the place is. You know your leading now.

    (Photo by Susan, Toronto 2012)
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.