Wednesday, January 4, 2017


With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist. -Sleeping at last
I'm learning the beauty of listening to music as a form of self care and connection. I fell in love with this song and the video. My brain on dopamine I guess. Video linked here:) Video

Friday, December 30, 2016

{Almost New Year}

“Sometimes goodness comes from treating yourself. Not like you burned earth to dust but like you made it into a beautiful body crowned it with stars, put a precious coat over it and called it home.” ― Tapiwa Mugabe, Zimbabwe

Thursday, December 29, 2016

{Big Magic}

“Coming back is the thing that enables you to see how all the dots in your life are connected, how one decision leads you another, how one twist of fate, good or bad, brings you to a door that later takes you to another door, which aided by several detours--long hallways and unforeseen stairwells--eventually puts you in the place you are now.” ― Ann Patchett, What Now?
I'm proud to say I've been my niece's first art teacher. Or at least Crayola crayon scribbler teacher. It's been a blast to sit down on her level, pull out the thick, can't break them even with kung fu colors and draw. What has been equally fascinating is watching her little brain buzz and seeing the cognitive jumps over the past three weeks. Admittedly, I pushed this on her. Mom has the music down and by a code of artist ethics created by myself and for myself I had to this. But back to Camille and her brilliance. She is a smart, inquisitive and curious kid. Not a shocker as dad is an engineer and mom a reading teacher. On observation, and from experience, this child is an old soul. It's in her eyes and energy. So even stunned at her ability to go from using the wrong end of the crayon to delicate precision (even with scribbles)in less than a week... It didn't last long. I knew it! A future creator. I'm very proud that I've facilitated the beginning of some creative big magic. Which just also happens to be the excellent book I am reading right now from Elizabeth Gilbert. And it reminds me find what we are looking for when the time is right.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016


“You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time running out. Day after day of the everyday. What they call real life, made of eighth-inch gauge. Newness strutting around as if it were significant. Irony, neatness and rhyme pretending to be poetry. I want to go back to that time after philosophy death when I cried every day among the trees. To the real. To the magnitude of pain, of being that much alive.” ― Jack Gilbert

I am continually brought back to the magnificence of poetry. As the year closes, like many people, I take an inventory and meditate on the lessons and experiences that it brought to me. And intuitively I free write into my journal and read. The words synch to my soul. It's difficult to explain, except its message is full circle. And like others, I'm just beyond done with this year. In the manner that it's energy and lessons were charged and blunt. No necessarily a bad thing but I'd say I fall within realm of, oh say, balance. Did you hear that 2017?

Saturday, December 24, 2016


"Truth," said a traveller, "
Is a rock, a mighty fortress; 
"Often have I been to it, "
Even to its highest tower,
"From whence the world looks black." 

"Truth," said a traveller, 
"Is a breath, a wind, 
"A shadow, a phantom; 
"Long have I pursued it, "
But never have I touched ,
"The hem of its garment." 

And I believed the second traveller; 
For truth was to me 
A breath, a wind, 
A shadow, a phantom, 
And never had I touched 
The hem of its garment.” 
 ― Stephen Crane

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

{Almost Solstice}

“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.” ― Kurt Vonnegut
As a lover of light (and heat) I must say that I am SO glad that we are coming upon the shortest day of the year already. Enough I say! Enough, with it's 5:30 pm and feels like 10pm. I suppose that is just how the world turns. And with the winter darkness comes the winter stars. And that is a blessing.

Monday, December 19, 2016

{Answer my friend}

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring