I envision a spiral one I can trace with my finger, one with topography, curves and swells and switchbacks I imagine my own travel along, away, back… revisiting from a place not quite where I was, not quite a return, always informed by my journey outward, inward, and all that I’ve encountered I feel closer… Read More
10 years ago and the memory is both sharp and muddled I have a story my self tells myself. the moon was near full, but the day was rainy and it was years before I was ok on sundays or mondays or on nights with a big moon. I could not even look at it.… Read More
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
after days of fragmentation and things “coming apart”, today is a gathering day. A day of things coming together. I am just going to BREATHE THIS IN. Share This:
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
I asked my guide for help with a sheepish expression, and a feeling like defeat he said, why do you ask me like this? go out and come back in again, and ask me this time with pride… you are, after all, asking for what you need, and that takes bravery. Share This:
