Last night I fumbled through the stacks of paperish things I had sitting out in my art room. I pulled them out of boxes and drawers last week. My friend Jen and I were doing a little inventory. Making a plan. That was Wednesday. Thursday she was gone. I was touching each thing last night… Continue reading A Few Quarters
At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it. –Arthur Golden I’m grinding my teeth again and sleep is elusive. I fumbled around last night looking for my nightguard. It wasn’t… Continue reading Broken Road
This picture ? It’s my life. It may look like a stack of scrap paper but in reality it is a week’s worth of ideas. They come at me sometimes like a rain squall. Other times like a glance. Sometimes I’m driving, or in the tub or almost asleep. But they always come, ready or… Continue reading A Most Beautiful Chaos
Blue ghost fireflies Perfect crescent moon Star hanging from the moon Nautical twilight .. ghost blue. Sam in my dream … All the birds. Family of deer Lingering fog Charlie, at my massage Why I mostly hate RA. Most random post ever. But here goes … Driving last night to my private hideaway was… Continue reading Blue Ghost Fireflies, and Couples Massage with Charlie
What a hard week. Sometimes taking a step back is really taking a step forward. Today was like a big leap ! Summerland is one of my favorite hikes and Laura is one of my favorite people. Kismet ! The forecast was pretty iffy for the day. Showers, clouds, rain … we didn’t care. The… Continue reading The Threads That Hold Us Together
“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” -Nietzsche “I was a young woman in a new job, in a new city and one real friend. My boss invited me out for… Continue reading Triggers
Several weeks ago I was digging through pages of writing from a friend in hopes that I would discover some quotable sentences for cards I am making. One line really grabbed me: “I am grateful for the echoes”. Something really resonated with me when I read that. Just this week it occurred to me that… Continue reading Echoes
