making art. daily. no judgment.more meetings and phone calls than my nervous system cares for but things are being tended. i wish i could figure out how to upload pictures from my phone to this computer but i could just not.chamomile tea. at noon. that was good idea.celebrate the small victories. they matter. they add up, if you let them.
these days are hot and sticky we sit under trees that don’t belong to anyone but themselves the rain is promised but trickles so slowly the mornings find me torn to water or not “nourish what matters,” a voice says. so I fill the can and give the earth what I have
It takes all day I think it’s the piney woods in me. I start thinking about it a few days before. Imagining the side dishes. The spices. Even the weather. In my imagination, it’s about 10 degrees cooler, but hey the ac is a good bridge to reality. The day comes and I soak the peas. Or are they beans? […]
i like when i get up early enough to see the light become dappled and dancing on the left wall by the bookcases. i like when i get early enough to walk around for 10 or 15 minutes without dripping in sweat. i like when i hear the cicadas close by but not too close. i like when i find […]
More flowers And poems And little altars Grief And joy Under the sugar gums Feels like a landing A clearing Prayer Asking—- What will bloom from Here
We are filled With water And sunshine at birth Somehow. The layers of my mother’s dreams live in my mouth too long. My great aunt’s fears lodged in my hips. Who am I but soil and soul trying to reconcile and remember my own thoughts? Somehow. I am here weeding and praying over this land, this body. Asking for help […]
Freedom Is a feeling that becomes you. Be gentle with yourself as you are stirred and moved more into yourself. Don’t be so intoxicated with your own stuff that you forget to give love/ Out of your fullness. Know that you are beginning with your heart and healing so it won’t be perfect /still your offering out of your fullness […]
flowers, art, kiddos(not pictured), summer heat (felt), fake s’mores , head wraps , cold brew (and hot brew), sooo much laundry, ice cream and the Potomac under our feet. poems sleeping in the corner with dappled light and nosey cats.
today is another rainy day. I am here writing on my actual computer because my tablet seems to have major limitations when it comes to the website. I am not complaining. just saying….I have not been willing to sit down and write here in a while but here I am. looking out at the elm tree. watching the hazy stone […]
What do i know for sure— I am here in my little studio nook. We just watched church on the Telly. I stopped watching Broadchurch. It was well-done but too sad for these times. I have need more tactile experiences these days. Lots of writing and drawing. Cutting and pasting. I am back on the coffee train. My brain needs […]