Coming up on June 3,4 &5 (or download to do when you wish)– I’m excited to be offering a guided journaling workshop! This is about reclaiming parts of ourselves, long misplaced, buried, forgotten. This is about inviting ourselves to feel more whole. This is about mindfulness and presence, awareness, and forgiveness and shame-release. This is… Read More
“I wish I had a clever name for this, this blue funk that happens just after a mild rush toward selfness. I get this feeling of AH, things are Coming Together, and that is often followed by a time of increased tenderness, increased feelings of loneliness, of otherness, of oddness… of being outside myself a… Read More
Thanks to a note from a sweet soul I connected with long ago, I came to realize that I’ve been away from this space for so long it felt abandoned! It felt much shorter, like I would be back any minute. Funny how that happens. Since last I stopped in, I’ve been painting and showing… Read More
My books, my real books just came. Not the proofs. Not proof #2 or #3 or #4. My book is on Amazon. This, for me, is beyond huge. Getting this work out into the world feels crucial, and yet, getting it out into the world means telling my story out loud. Funny thing about this:… Read More
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What if all of the pieces of you that feel disparate are actually part of a coherent whole right now? What if this is about perception? Your perception about you? Mine about me? What if I am my coalescing factor? What if the heart and soul of my work is the same no matter if it… Read More
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grief opens grief like a window like a can opener stirs silt from the bottom shakes loose parts newly or incompletely mended rattles around, making noisy messes, reminding me acutely of things that hurt to remember. As I think about the brilliance lost in Robin William’s heartbreaking choice, I think too about the losses we… Read More
I am learning and relearning and more deeply experiencing the dance between allowing and striving when I try, I suck. when I allow… (here’s a quick time lapse of a first layer being allowed in a dimly lighted room) Share This:
there are lost parts of ourselves, that are not really lost– just waiting for us to return to them somehow. I have always been an artist. Sometimes I make art, other times I collect images, experiences, sensory deliciousness, discomfort, witness, and hold it, store it, like medicine in a bag. There is a rhythm to… Read More
