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Come on in: The studio’s open

Come on in: The studio’s open

Welcome to my new online home. I’m in the midst of moving in and it might take some time to get fully settled. Still, I have this deep desire to tell you a little bit about the new place. Because I think you might be wondering a few things. Like, what does living deeply mean? … Continue reading

Getting back to ordinary

Getting back to ordinary

Well hello there. And happy summer solstice! I sure did miss you. But I’m back from my blogging hiatus now. I think. Maybe. (How’s that for equivocating?) Apart from the equivocating, though, I really want to tell you what I’ve been up to the past 15 months. Of course, I spent many hours in pursuit … Continue reading

Isadora Duncan. Wannabe Syndrome. And Scarves.

Isadora Duncan. Wannabe Syndrome. And Scarves.

Me. Many years ago. A high school corridor. I’m stopped by two girls, vaguely familiar, with notebooks in hand. Brunette and blonde. Ready to write. “We’re doing a story for the school paper,” the brunette tells me. “Can we ask you a question?” “Yeah, sure!” “Cool! What famous person do you wish you could trade … Continue reading

One Word Madness

One Word Madness

It’s that time again. When people do a little dance with their gray matter and attempt to capture an entire year in a single word. Okay, sometimes it’s two words. Maybe even three. Or a whole phrase. But however many words are on the agenda, it always makes me tense up. It feels reductive. Constrained. … Continue reading

Creative Blocks or Multipotentiality?

Creative Blocks or Multipotentiality?

If you’re new here you may not know this, but my writing has been somewhat sporadic lately. It’s not that I have nothing to say. Quite the contrary, loads of ideas are vying for space in the old right brain. Daily, it seems, a new inspiration knocks at my door. But the urgency to get … Continue reading

Dreaming and Awakening

I’m busy this week. And about a thousand miles away from summer’s dance of laziness. It’s good, though. A different kind of dance. If July and August were a slow, languid waltz, then September is shaping up to be a peppy, energizing quick step. But I’m lucky. I love my work and when fall rolls … Continue reading

Meaning Mondays: The Smallest Things

UNTIL A FEW MONTHS AGO, I ALWAYS DROVE TO WORK SKIRTING THE EDGES OF THE PARK. For years I did this without a second thought, because it was the fastest way to get from Point A to Point B. In fact, if you were to Google map the journey from home to office, this is … Continue reading

Meaning Mondays: Life As Collage

IN MY DAY, I’VE MADE MY SHARE OF COLLAGES. ALL KINDS OF COLLAGES. Vision boards. Treasure maps. Collages of dreams (the waking kind). And more collages of dreams (the sleeping kind). Even a collage of carefully selected images meant to reflect my purpose in life, the pith of who I am and where I’m going. A … Continue reading

Meaning Mondays: August!

In summer, the song sings itself. ~William Carlos Williams Ahhhh, August. That time of year, in my neck of the woods, when the thermometer has been known to hit the century mark. The last full month of summer. Also known as the dog days. By the way, I sure like that phrase: dog days of … Continue reading

Meaning Mondays: Stuff and Meaning

THIS IS AN ORDINARY POTTED PLANT. I don’t even know its botanical name. But perched on a shelf or a table, garnering a brief glance now and then, it leads a rather ordinary existence. Let’s just put it this way: the plant flies low under the radar. For all that though, it has an unusual … Continue reading