Author Archives: Helen Noakes

Helen Noakes is a playwright, novelist, writer, art historian, linguist, and Traditional Reiki Master, who was brought up in and derives richness from several of the world's great traditions and philosophies. She believes that writing should engage and entertain, but also inform and inspire. She also believes that because the human race expresses itself in words, it is words, in the end, that will show us how very similar we are and how foolish it is to think otherwise.

Scars

“There is no room in this world for ‘us and them.’ This world demands an attitude of ‘us,’ all of us within one human race. It demands our ending the demonization of ‘the other,’ by erasing the concept of ‘the other.’”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes SAN FRANCISCO California—( Weekly Hubris)—15 July 2020—Many years […]

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Point/Counterpoint

“And you know, because you’ve been here before, in this killing field, that the fools and predators will find they, too, can be mowed down, that all their swagger and gorging was for nothing. You know that they, unlike the ones whom they consumed, are nothing. And you say nothing. Because there’s nothing to say.”—Helen […]

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A Letter to the Front Lines

“When you called to tell me not to worry. To stay home, wear a mask, wash my hands, but not worry. I listened, because I knew that your words meant more than all the barking idiots at White House podiums. Because I knew that your level-headed efficiency in dealing with the worst human maladies was […]

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Bad Girls of the Bible–Episode One–Eve

“Do you or don’t you want to know who did this? (ADAM nods) Thank you! I can’t figure it out without talking it out, do you understand? (Short pause) That tree was like nothing else in the garden. Everything about it was enticing. It had grace and poise. It was exquisitely shaped. Its colors, just […]

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Coyote

“When I had fallen asleep, I could not tell, but sometime in the hush of darkness, coyote came. His glowing eyes staring at me through the glass woke me, their silent intensity captivating. I sat up slowly, not wanting to frighten him away. He remained very still, examining me intently. We gazed at each other […]

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Every Day, Be a Master

“Before I explain what I mean by survival, let me clarify that the mastery I speak of is not simply the control of breath and body, but of thoughts, speech, behavior towards others, as well as towards ourselves. It is compassion for every living thing, an understanding that all and everything is connected and therefore […]

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Ludwig, Two Gustavs & Me (Best of Hubris)

“How wonderful that our editor suggested this theme for our first columns of 2018. How timely! For, as I write, the Legion of Honor, a museum in San Francisco, has a segment of Klimt’s mural on display. I’ve looked at it, and will most certainly go back several times to gaze at it again. It […]

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Where People Like Me Point When We Say, “Home”

“Greek, Japanese, Russian, French, and British cultures are all familiar to me. I adapt quickly when in a foreign country, reach into my memories to speak the appropriate language, behave in the accepted manner. But I am always a foreigner, a little detached.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes SAN FRANCISCO California—(Weekly Hubris)—April 2019—I can’t […]

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We Persist

“To me, the plight of refugees is personal. The suffering of a besieged people, tortured, raped, murdered by creatures whom I chose to think of as subhuman, but know are all too human, is personal. The disgust and contempt I feel for our current administration’s pandering to Russia, Saudi Arabia, Turkey, and the butcher of […]

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Love Probably

“In honor of Valentine’s Day, a few little snippets about love.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes SAN FRANCISCO California—(Weekly Hubris)—February 2019—In honor of Valentine’s Day, a few little snippets about love . . . . I I once thought love was cinemascopic But, now, I find it quite myopic. With blurred lines wistfully geotropic […]

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