MINDY SEEGER ARTIST 

This is my favorite time of year. When I was a kid Halloween meant candy. It was so wonderful to fill up my bag as high as I could. My little brother reminded me that when he was sick on Halloween, I came home from trick or treating, and shared my candy with him. He still thinks it’s the nicest thing I’ve ever done for him. Candy was the currency of love in our family. I’m just glad my sugar rush didn’t stop me from being a good sister. Later in life, Halloween was about putt

I was crossing a street late at night. It was not well lit and I might have been wearing dark colors. I was midway in the crosswalk when I saw a car racing towards me. I couldn’t move out of the way and I knew the driver didn’t see me. I felt frozen in place. All of a sudden something turned my body the slightest degree. The force of the car speeding past me made my hair and clothes blow. I had been moved out of the car's path, not by a dramatic leap on my part or a deus ex m

A man walks down the street and bends to smell a flower. Boring story, let’s try this again. A man walks down the street and is hit in his third eye by a fragment of a meteor falling to earth. As he drops to the ground the mysteries of the universe are revealed to him. I lean close to hear what he has learned. He croaks out the word “butternut” before dying. Could the word “butternut” be the password that unlocks the mysteries of the universe? Do I need to find its numerical

What does it mean to trust your knowing? Isn’t it hard to speak your truth and sometimes not be understood? Isn’t it still your truth? Of course it is, but it can be a lonely journey at times. I only have one voice. I only have one way of being authentically Mindy in this life. It took forever to find my voice, but once I did it was uniquely mine. Not everyone can hear my voice, or even want to hear it. It’s like going to a fancy restaurant. The chef is good but I may not wan

When my mother died many years ago, I desperately wanted to find a way to connect with her. I wrote her notes in a journal and pretended she was using my hand to write back to me. I doubted that I was making any real contact but I didn’t know what else to do. I was desperate enough to try dialoging with the dead. I raged at her and longed for her. Grief can be very messy. One day, after a particularly long rant, I changed ink pens so my mother could respond. The first words s

On behalf of the Galactic Confederation, we implore you to cease your attempts to travel to other realms. After careful review of your history we have unanimously decided that your desire to find a suitable replacement planet for your species should be stopped immediately. How can I say this nicely? We don’t want you anywhere near other life forms. You’ve already been given a planet to care for and live on. How’d that go for you? At this point there is no indication that you

I seek the holy grail. Crazy, right? I want the miraculous conversion that brings about an immediate transformation of my entire being. This desire is based on the science fiction movies of my youth. I was greatly affected by “The Incredible Shrinking Man”. A man goes through a radioactive mist and starts shrinking. What an incredible diet. Of course, he went too far, but who wouldn’t want to mist off a few extra pounds? Then there was the “Attack of the 50 Foot Woman”. A jil

I love fake gambling. Slot machines are my favorite form of distraction. Fake gambling means I don’t add any real money to my bank account, but I also don’t lose any money. It’s a harmless kind of fun that sometimes drives me crazy. If I get a big win I feel on top of the world. If I go broke I feel the fates are against me. When I lose it feels ridiculously personal, even though it’s not personal at all. The slot machine doesn’t know it’s Mindy looking for a win. The machine

I have a small window of patience, and that window just closed while I was writing this. Let’s see if I can hang in a little longer. The slow unfold doesn’t work for me. If you are going to reveal yourself, show me now. If you’ve got something to give, why am I still waiting? Yes, I’m impatient, I’ve always been and no matter how hard I try it doesn’t look like that’s going to change any time soon. In the past, the universe has given me many boring opportunities to work on th

What are you focused on? Does it take over your thoughts day and night? Is it worth your time and energy? Maybe it is, I used to think it was too. I stepped onto the gerbil wheel of life and went round and round seeking the prize at the end of the journey. I don’t have a gerbil or a wheel, but I think there isn’t a prize, just the motion of pursuit. Round and round he goes, is the gerbil really going anywhere or is he just lost in the wheel? Are the things we long for worth l