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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The traveler driving down a lonely country road at night, is encouraged by the distant twinkling lights of her destination. But it’s the headlights of her car that keep her from driving off the road. In life we are drawn toward the bright light of desire and distant dreams. But only the light we carry with …

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Knowing and accepting that we will be criticized- that we will be judged, rejected or even worse ignored– and choosing to continue anyway- is an essential skill that we need to acquire- that we can not do without- in life and in art. So is knowing and accepting that sometimes the road is long and …

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Today is December 6th and every year on this day I like to take a moment to reflect and remember what happened on this day 23 years ago. On December 6 we commemorate the anniversary of the Montreal massacre, at L’École Polytechnique de Montréal. On that terrible day December 6 1989  these 14 innocent young …

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