Thanksgiving is a holiday that doesn’t get the attention it deserves. Many people skip over it and focus on it’s flashy cousin, Christmas. Thanksgiving doesn’t have the twinkling lights and the presents. It doesn’t have whole sections of the craft store dedicated to it. I guess fattened turkeys and problematic pilgrims don’t have the same allure as a kindly, old man who brings you gifts and eats cookies.
Read moreStill Here
Hi. I’m still here. Still creating. Still writing, though I don’t feel comfortable sharing most of it.
I heard once that happiness is not a permanent state. That happiness is a feeling, and the human brain is not built to stay on one emotion all the time. And that sadness is just as normal a feeling as happiness. That feelings act as a compass – and a compass that points in the same direction all the time is a really bad one. That emotions are your brain’s way of steering you through life. If something is making you feel a certain way, maybe that’s a sign to stop, reassess, and reconsider your route.
Read moreWaking Up in a House of Worship
I met Ella this summer at an artist retreat. Ella is a prolific artist and all-around wonderful person. (It is worth noting that everyone at the retreat was/is pretty amazing!) By the retreat’s end, none of us wanted to really part ways so we kept in touch.
I need to thank the Universe, the stars, what have you, for steering me in the direction of Ella. A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of spending part of a nurturing and creative weekend with Ella at her charming cottage fittingly named The Treehouse.
Read moreArt in the Wild
Greetings all! Last week was a glorious, beautiful, perfect week and I just have to gush about it for a second. Jenny invited me to spend the week with her at Bear Creek Camp in Northern PA for a very special, never-before-held Artist Retreat. I am so thankful I was able to make it work. Let me tell you all about it.
Read moreA Perfect Morning
Let me tell you about a perfect morning. We rose naturally, not with an alarm but with birdsong and morning sun filtering in through the curtains. This is the first morning of our women’s weekend at the cabin. We each gravitate to our usual breakfasts (yogurt, fruit, granola). Michelle and Jessie both settle in with their books. I go outside to sit on the big rock in front of the cabin, the rock that is cool in the morning and sun-baked in the afternoon.
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