My Scribbled Secret Notebooks

Some pages from the not so secret online journal of Lynna Goldhar Smith artist and writer.

Writers are like stargazers searching an imaginary sky for distant galaxies of meaning and metaphor– trusting that somewhere beyond  the dark matter– of our own memory and imagination there is a something waiting to be seen. We must cultivate  unshakeable faith– so that we  can be like the astronomers who  trust that beyond the glimmer of a …

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“Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book  It’s December 31st 2017.  I am re-blogging this post from 2013, a very difficult year in my life and I’m sending it out to anyone who has struggled in 2017.. Life this year has been stamping it’s foot, screaming at …

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I am trying to write a poem because I am sad– and because summer is ending- and because a poet I love has died. I am trying to write a poem because– as the days grow short and the nights fall so suddenly- all my summers- of innocence and invincibility are coming to an end …

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When I was a kid- my grade eight math teacher told our class about a mail-order scam where someone would put an ad in the classifieds–offering an ancient secret to becoming rich and famous. All you had to do was send nine dollars to a box number and the secret of unlimited wealth would be yours. A few weeks later, a booklet in a plain brown package would …

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“There are only three kinds of business in the universe: mine, yours, and God’s.” ~ Byron Katie Today, I had the urge to write about something that I was outraged about. I was annoyed  about a particular internet  art star. I wanted to be the kid in the crowd who cries out that the emperor has no clothes. But …

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I have built a little cage on the edge of a cliff, where I pretend– to live contentedly, rather than learn to swim across the turbulent waters below. Cushioned by the delusion of safety, I hang there trapped– above murky waters- as if sitting alone in a cage– is  preferable to the risk of drowning. I watch with …

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“The truth is that our finest moments are most likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers.” M.SCOTT PECK “I need …

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Sometimes I get scared. Overwhelmed Shut down. Oh– these endless yammering clamouring thoughts. Inner turmoil. Craziness. What’s wrong with me? It’s just the old wounds weeping. Just the old anguish re-instating itself. It’s just the ancient inherited sorrow of my ancestors– Mourning their loved ones. Grieving their losses. It’s just the old trauma, My trauma, …

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