Silently, I climbed the stairs to the second floor. Surrounded by thunderstorms off in the distance, the fragrance of rain on the air, I raised my glass and toasted the life I didn’t yet know.
Puzzling Myself Back Together Again
I wrote about experiencing a sort of shattering when I first arrived in Truchas. So I’ve been picking through the land, gathering up the pieces, assembling them into a new pronouncement of me.
Where Do You Belong?
I was born an artist and I think, by nature, most artists are different. We seem to be wired for the lives we must live in order to make our art. I finally quit trying to push my square-peg self into the always-round hole…
How Do You Know?
I have a secret to tell you: living your dream isn’t everything you think it will be. It isn’t, necessarily, the final or the whole answer. I think I thought living every day as a working artist, was it. But, in fact, it was just the beginning.
Wishing You Peace
We are taught, in our culture, that the holidays are about buying; getting and giving. But I wish this for all of us: Remembering our loved ones and the times we’ve spent together. THINGS don’t make up a life, as I know you all know. Love makes a life.
What Are Your Obsessions?
There’s actually a reason for my confession (you all knew there would be, right?). I got to thinking and I came to the conclusion that I can’t be the only one with these kinds of dark secrets. You all have to have them too.
What Do You Want From Life?
This life I’ve spent a lifetime carving out for myself is not for everybody. Each and every one of us has to suss out what works for us, what makes us happy. It takes trial and error, and it usually takes risk.
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