thoughts on energy

thoughts on energy

(this is an older painting from last year that i reworked. really loving stamping lately. prints will be available once the shop reopens in the next couple of weeks.) i have been thinking a lot about the energy we all encompass and what we choose to do with that...
colic solved.

colic solved.

iphone shot showing hula’s print framed by our front door – it reads, “love always wins.” my heart feels like it’s on extreme overload over here. it’s processing so many morsels of joy and healing and lessons and strength and...
even through the hard.

even through the hard.

baby true looking adorable with his big eyes… we are navigating the waters over here, doing the best we can with all the help and love being offered by those close to us. we are so fortunate to have such good support. for paternity leave. for maternity leave....
neti pot.

neti pot.

today, i got desperate and finally used the neti pot for the first time. it was so hilarious that john video tapped the whole experience and we had an enormous laugh as we watched the play back. the truth is is that i’m working my way through and i’m doing...
the truth about stopping.

the truth about stopping.

so, it turns out that i have a hard time stopping. without work and ideas and passion taking up my brainwaves, i’m not sure what to do with myself. i know, i know. so sad! it sort of snuck up on me, this seemingly one dimensional life. i’m learning the...
on aging

on aging

i’m getting older. i can feel it. and i can see it when i look in the mirror. my eyes seem to be getting smaller and deeper while my cheeks get larger. my skin is dry, always dry. and my chin is heading south. i’ve noticed the skin on my neck is loosening...
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...
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...
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...