Here’s the thing. I’ve written and rewritten (and rewritten) a post to share today, and nothing feels satisfying or appropriate. There’s the skein of gorgeous alpaca yarn you see above. Grey and soft, so soft. But there’s also the unsettling craziness of our US government. Abuses of power, dishonesty, sexual misconduct, general immorality. Everybody … Continue reading I Have No Words
I like my lists; you know I do. I’ve had some long to-do lists lately…most written in my planner but some flitting about my head. This past week has been good for getting things done. Sometimes things just click, you know what I mean? Sometimes all the procrastinating shifts into productivity. Man, that feels … Continue reading Touching Real
I know I’m not the only one who feels like September is a fresh start. For me, it’s almost more of a reset for me than January. Maybe it’s the hint of fall in the morning air (though not the past two weeks) (it’s been crazy hot). Maybe it’s the new notebooks and pens and … Continue reading There’s Something About September
Sometimes I'm inspired when I think about showing up. Other times, it feels like such a drag. But it's the way to go. The only way, really. Whether it's commuting to the office or stepping into the studio, we make a choice. We make a choice to walk the (literal) steps which take us to … Continue reading Who Knew a Duster Could Be So Pretty?
In one hundred words or less... I struggle knowing how to use my energies best. Always the ongoing parenting role. Always the meals and cleaning and laundry. But also. The camera and pen calling for attention. Do I sit to write first thing? Or do I bake the cinnamon rolls on a cold, windy morning? I … Continue reading The Waves