feeling tonight as if I am opening to something driven more by curiosity than panic and not quite “driven” so much as inspired, I guess, inspired (quietly), motivated, all such big words it is more like allowing, a giving way, a giving into, a giving over… a yes, here, this Share This:

an image of my own upturned cupped hands has persisted for me for years, arriving first deep into the sleepless season of acute grief, and then returning to visit sometimes when I am on the cusp of something my hands, a symbol of surrender sometimes, of willingness to receive, of openness, of no longer knowing… Read More

Feeling a bit like I am sorting possibilities and actualities like stones I have collected from dreams and beaches and hillsides…. all are warm and smooth, all have stories that I remember or long for… My fingers keep hesitating, this one, no, this one…I keep forgetting the remarkable fact that I can change my mind.… Read More

a day of pearl sky, no landmarks to mark the passage of time a day of missed communication, of texts unsent, of emails returned with errors, of phone numbers out of order… it felt as if the universe was saying No, Kate, Not Today, and I kept saying YES! TODAY! and pushing forward as if,… Read More

after a day of rain, there was the bluest sky today and clouds that looked like elephants I remembered why I like looking up, the dazzle of it, the feeling of such immensity and such tininess all in the same heart beat like falling up, and tipping over, as if it is all holding still… Read More

there is an ebb and flow to my creative process a frenzy of ideas and either a frenzy of action or a time of doubt it does not matter how many times I ride this ride, it always surprises me when doubt kicks in with its big censoring eraser, its rolling eyes and sighing exasperation.… Read More