Spring Fusion
I love all the metaphors associated with this season. Birth rebirth, nature nurture, emerging growing.
I love all the metaphors associated with this season. Birth rebirth, nature nurture, emerging growing.
It's already halfway through February of 2024. Soon, I will be saying, “A year ago I was in Ireland”. Here are some highlights of the last 25 and a half months.
You go away, you make art, you reflect. Sometimes the art is tied to the place.
Multi-tasking isn’t healthy, or safe, or fun. That buzz of getting stuff done isn't what I am chasing. I want that creative flow.
It is that time of year again when the student and teacher in me wrestles with time. Could it be that summer is really almost over? Am I ready for the next season, did I make the best use of my time, did I do the required reading?
Imagine if he had been born in a different time. Had a different school experience.
My most poignant and sensory memory is of that blissful moment when I rode down our dirt road without training wheels. My bike was aqua blue with white wall tires just like the 57 chevy my father drove.
40 years! My brother gave me a box he discovered while emptying my mother’s house.
This time makes me quite reflective and grateful. 2021 started with a major health scare for my husband. He is so resilient that you’d never know that anything occurred by looking at him. With my rock intact, I was able to open my mind to fantastic opportunities.
Reflections from a recent retreat at the Atlantic Center for the Arts.