I am built to live in the quiet walks that show evidence of other lives; the warmth of a wood stove; the unexpected revelations of good food; a pace of life so slow that I can live these things, be these things.
Of Sensation and Memory
“I remember watching an infant, whose attention was utterly fixed on the sound and motion of leaves in the wind. Watching this child learn about the world, I was reminded to pay attention… ”
What do Artists Know?
I am sitting at my kitchen table with a mug of steaming coffee, watching a snowstorm move across the mountains. A profound silence fills me with peace and I am so very grateful for this life I have chosen.
Welcome to the Struggle: What Artists Don’t Talk About
I am reminded, now, of John Burroughs’ simple and perfect call to action: “Leap and the net will appear.” Well, Spirit, I’m mid-leap.
Max Ernst: Inspiration For the New Year
A friend invited me over the other night to watch a biography of Max Ernst, a film by Peter Schamoni. I knew of Ernst as an artist, but wasn’t prepared for how inspiring I would find his life.
Who Am I?
I write about holding onto hope and belief; about taking the leap into darkness and having faith that something is there; about living our dreams, our truths…
Good Day Sunshine
I quite love the blurry photo I took this morning before sunrise when I went out to sow seeds for the birds. The warm light is shining from inside the house while the sun is casting a kind of twilight over the mountain…