Connecting the dots…

Let’s balance our thoughts and put them down on paper mixed up, messed up art. ~e •••••••••••••connect••••••••••••• The crows. They greet me in the woods outside my cabin door. They call to me in constant chorus throughout the evening and into the first break of day. They grieve. Their loss hangs in the air. “Listen…

Feet on Earth

Let’s start in the middle. Tuesday May 1st, 2018 Tonight I walked nekked (that’s Steve Poltz for naked) outside a cabin in the woods all alone. I drank full moon water and danced in the smoke of a smudge stick. I walked  down to the river over a pile of ice and blanket of pine…

for today

So every morning I walk to work and I pass a diner about 2 blocks from my office. And every time I pass it, I envision my ideal world where I start my day with a walk and then curl into a cup of coffee surrounded by folks making a low buzz of noise while…

Good Grief

I’ve been thinking a lot about grief lately. (full disclosure: I’m always thinking a lot about grief). I don’t want to brag, but I’m kind of a grief expert. It’s been a constant presence in our lives for over three years and I’ve studied it from all angles. Well… I’ve studied our own grief. It so…

Bliss.

Everything is better when you’re on vacation. obviously. The sun shines brighter. Food tastes yummier. Even the dreariest days are just an invitation to curl up and breathe in some stolen moments. I’m heading back to work in the morning after 10 extraordinary days filled with intimate acoustic shows in coffee shops, fits of giggles…

Hurrah! At last I’m 40!

*Preface: As I write this, I feel all of my 40 years. I took off on my bike to find a quiet place to write and my knees are super achy from my (very rare these days) morning run + 3 days of gardening (yes, I was delighted to spend my May long weekend at home playing…

Santa on Speed Dial

T’was a month before Christmas and all through our home came the whining and arguing from each of my spawn. They fought over books. They fought over toys. I could not hear myself think over their noise noise noise noise! The blowing cold wind had kept us inside until finally I held up my cell phone…

my Battlefield

Under this exposed battlefield i have nourished life. It is here that i hold my breath and store my energy.   From third to second chakra a patchwork of scars, stretch marks, and ink blanket my anxieties of love and esteem.   Sterile precision marks my growing strength.   Look for beauty in the shadows. For there…

Big Bash Blues – GRTTaK

My friend Alison recently introduced me to the show: GrownUps Read Things They Wrote as Kids.   It’s an open mic and podcast of (say it with me) Grown-Ups Reading Things They Wrote as Kids.  Yup. It’s that simple.  And it is awesome. After I listened to my first episode on CBC, Alison texted me and…

THIS is why it’s important – Speak your truth.

I’ve discovered, the hard way (as most important lessons are learned), that developing a thick skin is critical to writing. “To write is to bleed words onto the page – to be entirely vulnerable – the surest way to criticism and the clearest path to metamorphic transformation.” -AmyJalapeño.com So why do it?  Why I share…