6/26/17 Notes to Myself: Dreams, like water droplets cling to the slippery, sharp edge like water droplets. Waiting to fall or evaporate into something else. Yet there they are so beautiful from the outside. Perfect in their form before they have begun to travel. Shall I go up close and look inside their shiny reflection? […]
6/13/17 Notes to Myself: In all the world there is a common thread of greatness. Built of atoms. We matter. The arrangements may vary and the external forms differentiated. The potential exponential if we see our common bond. It’s all there. Inside. Nothing to be created. Built of atoms. We matter.
4/20/17 Notes to Myself: I don’t know. And sometimes that feels scary. Sometimes it feels like I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think about that too long. When I’m creating that seems to disappear into the atmosphere and there’s a great peace within my soul. Maybe I can be a flower. I’m […]
11/7/16 Notes to Myself: Walking through life is like taking one big long hike. So often the bramble and branches obstruct my view of the light. It doesn’t mean I’m not close or that I can’t get there. Or that it’s completely out of view. It just means I have to keep walking. What nature […]
10/15/16 Notes to Myself: My pumpkin, for this year, has quite a few bumps. I was drawn to this aspect of it. In the past I would have never chosen such a specimen. But somehow I’m welcoming imperfections more readily these days. Especially my own. What would I be without them? Less interesting for sure.
9/28/16 Notes to Myself: “When I can live fully in each moment, I can open myself to beauties that might otherwise escape me entirely. The more attuned I am to what is really going on right now, which means unhooking my mind from preoccupation with the past and worry about the future, the freer I […]
7/6/16 Notes to Myself: Creative roots…where do they originate? I want to say some of mine came from my family of origin. Both my mother and my father in my opinion were creative thinkers and innovative in many ways. Artists figuratively and literally. In my unconscious observation I internalized this experience. I think it got […]