Two months after going part time
My body needed a rest. All the way down to my soul. I wish it had been a clear booming voice from the clouds that helped me hear it was time to rest. But for me, God’s voice is often much more gentle than that….
I am held
I lay under the treeAnd look up.Her strong branches protect me from aboveHer roots encircle me below. She has seen years go by – more than I will ever breathe.She knows what comes and goesAnd what stays deeply rooted in my soul. I am held.I…
Why does nature draws us in?
There’s a dialogue in my head all day long. It doesn’t stop unless I press pause with great intentionality. Some days it is a relentless processing of what I said or did that I wish I’d handled differently. Sometimes it’s a future state that I…
Making a Choice to Create Regularly
I had to go through therapy before I realized that creating is not just a want, but a need. I was made to create.Anything that’s a need in my life gets scheduled. Because although I mentally understand it’s necessary, there is always a hurdle I…
Afternoon Sun
I curl up in my hammockToes dewy from the wet groundI swing gentlyAnd squint at the sunAs it peeks in. I sink inDig in rootsBecome a fixture in this outdoor living room Birds hop hopAnd fly by When I hear a bird nearbyIt’s bath timeWater…
The Maker’s Mistake
The pendulum swings from obligation to create to hesitationMy stomach swirls uneasy.I feel the pressure to makeNot just anything but something great. How does someone go about making something great??No one knowsFor the path is not direct.It winds and turns in the most unusual ways…
Just Outside My Door
I take walks around the block periodically during the day to clear my mind between tasks. It also gives me space to open my self, breathe, and sometimes ponder creative ideas. I was muddling over this big idea I’ve had recently about making portraits that…
We
Today I am small. One life. One leaf, Waving in the wind In an immense forest. Today “we” and “me” are synonymous Inseparable. Inter-dependent. Risking it all for each other. I am here to collect the light And the rain. Only what my single leaf…
Who am I really?
Can any of us really ever answer this question? Yeah, no. How many movies follow the journey of a high schooler discovering who they are? An infinite number, I’m sure. Now how many movies are there of 30, 40 or even 50-somethings (gasp!) figuring out…
The Last Self-Help Book I Read
I used to buy self-help books on all kinds of topics. They covered things like productivity, organization, Spirituality. I think there was something indicative about how I valued myself when I couldn’t resist titles like, “Six Steps to Live the Life You’ve Always Imagined.” I…