My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

"Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers." Hans Christian Andersen

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Ghosts, Beauty, And Suicide

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Yesterday I walked with a friend to a place where many suicides have occurred. It is near the rough and tumble old west town of Taos , at th...
Sunday, May 23, 2010

Wild Beasts

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A problem with new ideas is that they may be rejected by society. There are many examples of this in the arts when an artist is inspired to ...
Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Chicago

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The place of your birth will always have special meaning as your entrance spot into this world. Furthermore, the elements that formed your ...
Sunday, May 09, 2010

Woven Of Many Threads

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 A human being is woven of many threads. Each thread is given at birth and has come from afar, through generations, to arrive in the special...
Sunday, May 02, 2010

Imagination

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Does the moon follow you when you walk outside at night? It depends on what you believe. If you imagine so, and push that imagination into t...
Sunday, April 25, 2010

Place Of Eternal Happiness

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Ah, to be innocent and full of wonder. Here are two quotes that can help us be free of prejudice: “Whoever undertakes to set himself up as...
Saturday, April 17, 2010

Beloved

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Sometimes the cruelty of this world is dumbfounding and so insulting to our senses that we recoil immediately and simply withdraw. I remembe...
Saturday, April 10, 2010

Pleasurable Dance of the Senses

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A novice appeared recently at the Wednesday night drawing group I have attended for many years, and in a fit of peculiar frustration and pe...
Sunday, April 04, 2010

The Pleasure of Reading

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The pleasure of reading is beyond words. It reaches to the very core of being human, that is, the acquiring of knowledge. Knowledge furthers...
Sunday, March 28, 2010

Only One Time Exists

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Strange, but I am finding that the thrill of being in a flowing lifestyle that resembles a wild river moving through varied and exotic te...
Sunday, March 21, 2010

Home Is In My Heart

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When I travel for extended periods I become homeless and a true wanderer. I begin by abandoning my home, selling off possessions, and then s...
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