I’m obsessed with Instagram – it’s my favorite online home! Here’s a recap from the last week, and for those of you who aren’t on Instagram, come and join me!
Wednesday, April 18
Lulu Butter Butter Bean is really excited about the ☀️ coming out, too!
Friday, April 20
These fancy tulips in my yard are blowing my mind. I got the bulbs from @floretflower last fall and I’m IN LOVE.
The sunshine this week has really helped my spirits. Feels like a loonnng big exhale. Wishing the same for all of you. Big love.
How cute is my mom and Amelia Apple Bottoms? She’s 7 months old, ya’ll. Loving her hard.
Saturday, April 21
My happy place. Super enjoying the backyard remodel now that it’s complete!
Wednesday, April 25
My creativity practice has been breaking through lately. Do you ever have those creative sessions where you just lose yourself, for longer and longer periods of time, to flow and ease? Maybe it’s the arrival of Spring. Maybe it’s because I can feel myself taking longer exhales. Or maybe it’s just cause my “let it go” muscles are stronger. All I know is that I’m feeling new and old all at once when it comes to my practice. Feels really good.
A kid made fun of True’s art the other day. It crushed him and it broke my heart. We’ve all had those soul-crushing experiences, especially when we were little, but man it pissed me off because I know it takes JUST ONE crappy comment to stop creativity in its tracks.I had to consciously stay in my adult self, put all of my anger aside, and have a gentle, hard, open, truth-telling convo with him about the vulnerability of making art, having it judged, who we can trust, who we can’t, how they can earn the opportunity to see your art, how they lose that opportunity, how judgement stings, how to stay in your truth (not theirs). There are countless people who judge my artwork, but I do it for me, for the fun of it, because it makes the light inside me grow. That’s all that matters. This is delicate stuff to explain to a kid, but I also know he understands more than he can express with his language. Parenting is hard. Kidhood is hard. We’re deep in the years of it all and trusting, trusting, trusting our hearts out. All of us.
These spooning ladies can’t get enough of the warm sun, either. Gosh, I love these two.