taking time…

taking time…

central park, nyc i am in that place where i feel really stripped down. new. raw. uncomfortable. strangely (or not), this is exactly how i feel when i get midway thru a painting, when it’s all yucky and not pretty – just before i push thru and it all comes...
soul mates

soul mates

as i navigate finding community here in this new city of mine, i’m really struck by the people in my life. how no matter where we are, we find and support one another across the miles and differences in our lives. the friendships in my life feel deep + wide,...
sickness, shame, sea glass

sickness, shame, sea glass

i so wish i were coming here to report how fantastic cha was. that i loved teaching. that i’m exhausted by all the fun of signing books and meeting people. that i made some great connections and felt energized after meeting with my editor about the possibility...
self portrait challenge – shine

self portrait challenge – shine

i might be cheating a bit here with spc (because it’s not a self portrait), but this photo andrea shot seems to capture the theme of shine. shine… myriam says i’m much more sassier in person than i am here on this blog. jen lemen says the same thing....
brave in sadness, brave in love

brave in sadness, brave in love

(the magic of manzanita, oregon. captured by the eyes of karen walrond) the truth is is that i wasn’t sure if i should blog about the love bomber retreat. i worried about hurt feelings, bee stings of the heart, friends feeling left out. lord knows these are all...
sometimes

sometimes

sometimes…. sometimes it feels like i’m chasing my own freedom, swirling toward another version of myself, if only i would allow it to be. the first thing i do when i awake is scan my inbox to make sure there isn’t an unhappy customer. if all is...
calling all optimists, i need you.

calling all optimists, i need you.

(i heart u 2 – a gift from my mom, totally comforting me this week.) i’m sitting here with a knowing of uncertainty. i’m not sure how to start this blog post – in fact, i’m not totally convinced i should even write it, but a dear dear...
we

we

i know this is the season of being present. of paying deep attention. of being grateful. but for me, for many years, this season was a recount of loss and grief. it was a season of unspoken pain and memory. only in the last several years has it been different for me....
thank-fulls

thank-fulls

a tender-hearted conversation with john. it makes me think of this delicate song called “somebody loved” which is one of my all-time favorites songs to sing outloud while i pretend that i can actually sing (i cannot). often when i’m singing, john...