behind the scenes
The past three months have flown by in some kind of time warp. It feels like I’ve been hibernating, with short bursts of energy pushing me outside for fresh air, art class and activities for my son, but most of my time spent at home and looking inward. Suddenly
everyday beauty
(If you’re new here, jump to the bottom of the post to read more about this monthly recap) 1. This month, I started a 10-week Art and Learning Collaborative facilitated by artist Heather Bird Harris (“Bird”), whose work explores the throughlines between land history and ecological crises. Four of
everyday beauty
At the beginning of February, I wrote a list of things I’d like to build into my schedule over the course of the month. They were things I’d like to be spending more time on to really be taking advantage of this season of my life (since being
everyday beauty
1. A late night drive home from book club. Two deer standing in the woods, just off the side of the road. 2. The sun warming my back. A high pitched trill of birds chirping in a nearby tree. Drawing a cup of broccoli cheddar soup into my hands for
behind the scenes
Last May, I took a solo trip to Chicago for the wedding of one of my friends from middle school (nothing like writing that in your mid-30s to make you feel old). I arrived early Friday morning to escape the day-to-day (which at the time was working my full-time job,
poetry
Today’s post (which is admittedly a day late because my son was home sick yesterday) is a poem inspired by a prompt in one of Beth Kempton’s online courses. The topic, to wonder at the vastness and interconnectedness of everything. Invisible Strings We live in a world of
everyday beauty
Each Monday, I post content that is relevant to whatever is happening in my studio and life. The last Monday of each month (so today!), I’ve decided to reflect on 5 moments of everyday beauty that I noticed over the past few weeks. I’ve tried various gratitude practices,
poetry
Everything starts and ends with the heart. What's left of mine? she wondered, as she unearthed each fragmented piece of the past. Exposed. She carefully cleaned and polished them one by one. Her body felt hollow, the truth brought to light. But when she tried to put it
art inspiration
Dreaming, like writing, takes us somewhere our subconscious knows we need to go. Dreams can show us both what is unreal, and what is true. They can highlight memories from the deepest corners of our minds and connect us back to the past, or give us hope and let us
poetry
Things that make me feel alive looking up at infinite stars the world spinning around me hot breath against bitter cold air steam floating around me feeling the warmth of your arms a blanket wrapped around me downpour of falling rain shining like glitter around me bright colors unfolding chase
I’ve been a creative person all of my life, though I never quite thought of myself as someone who could create something out of nothing. In fact, when I was younger, I thought of myself as exactly the opposite - someone who couldn’t create something out of nothing.
I almost didn’t write this. I planned to. I wrote a version weeks ago, trying to get ahead. It was daylight savings time, actually, because I recall thinking I had one extra hour to get something else done. The sign of a recovering overachiever. But the year wasn’t
