The ground was soft and the small hole easy to dig. She had chosen a spot under the old Elm tree at the bottom of the garden. It was her fairy tree and she only played with her best friends here. She looked inside the small velveteen bag one last time and fingered the goldContinueContinue reading “The treasure”
Author Archives: Tanya Meeson
You write what you read
Want to know what kind of writer you are or might be? Look to your bookshelf for a hint. At the start of this year I cleared out my bookshelf. I went full Marie-fucking-Kondo on it. If a book didn’t resonate on the level of love, connection (to the story, the physical copy, or theContinueContinue reading “You write what you read”
Don’t stop ’til you get enough
“It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop.” Andy Warhol said this once. I don’t know when. It’s one of those quotes that float about the internet with no fixed origin, but it floated into my world this week and it seemed aptly timed. I stopped painting aboutContinueContinue reading “Don’t stop ’til you get enough”
The waiting time
In Greyton again for a few days, house-sitting for friends and just generally enjoying a little time out of the city. The fireplace is going, I got some bubbles and a vegetable stew in my belly, and there’s some smooth smooth jazz on the sound system. The last few months have been very quiet onContinueContinue reading “The waiting time”
AW12: Recovering a Sense of Faith
There is a Zen saying that goes, “Before one studies Zen, mountains are mountains and waters are waters; after a first glimpse into the truth of Zen, mountains are no longer mountains and waters are no longer waters; after enlightenment, mountains are once again mountains and waters once again waters.” I’m not sure why thisContinueContinue reading “AW12: Recovering a Sense of Faith”
TANYA MEESON 