words :: revisited

{on my desk sits a black fabric journal.  it is a plain, ordinary, nondescript book. from the outside, it looks as if it could not possibly hold anything important.  only I know that it holds the most valuable thing I possess. my story.} 5.22.09 I’m in birthday party hell. I’m …

for all my fellow makers of pretty things

I am blessed to be surrounded by artists and dreamers, in life and online.   I hear – in our whispers, conversations, songs, and dreams the same yearnings, the same daring, the same questioning of our worth and purpose and direction . I think this video will speak to many …

peaceful space

The window looks out over a thicket of woods, right where the yard drops off steeply into an impenetrable tangle of trees and brush. If you lie in this room and you close your eyes, it is the crashing of waves, and the croaking of frogs and the rustling of leaves that lull you to sleep. This bed, ancient iron with flecked paint and sagging mattress, cradled me the night my truth began to travel home to me. There is peace living in the walls of this space. Peace and simplicity, whispering a reminder of how much I have, and how little I need.

i will own it {revisited}

The creative drive.  ‘Tis life force and relentless demon in equal measure.    We artistic misfits cram ourselves into a culture is usually centered on new, better, different.  What to create that has not yet created?  What to do that is better than what has already been done?  How to dig …

You. Yes you. By Jeanette LeBlanc

you are safe here. you are home now. you can rest.

Hey you. Yes, you. You have been so brave. So strong.  So resolved. You have been standing your ground for months now and you are so very tired. You give everything to others and you are depleted.  Your profound generosity is one of the truest things in the universe, but …

sleepless

Tossing and turning in bed at night.  I’m keeping her awake again, I know.  She always sleeps easy, slips into dreamland with the ease of someone who has finished her days work and is satisfied by it. In the middle of a sentence sometimes, her breathing changes and I know …

wholeness

I’m on my way to bed, but I leave the hall light on for a moment to tiptoe into her room.  Every night I do this right before bed, sneak into their rooms one last time, my light kiss on the head a prayer to the universe to keep them …

teachable moments

Teachable moments.  As parents we know to look out for those fleeting instances where life and learning come together effortlessly.   A trip to the grocery store teaches colors and counting to a toddler, a donation to the food bank brings opportunity to discuss poverty and hunger. Life swirls around us …

why {peace, love, free}?

{peace.love.free} is inspired by the song “Exactly” by Amy Steinberg. I first heard this song almost two years ago, and since then the words and melody have carried me through some of my darkest nights and most blissful days.   I have centered and grounded my experience on the wings of …