Baby Steps
I don’t know about you, but in my childhood, the game “Mother May I?” was all about power and favoritism. There were giant steps and scissor steps… saying “Mother May…
Tag: life as art
Time and Motion
It’s 5AM and traffic is building on Bush Point Road. The cars come in waves every half hour, most of them heading for the Clinton ferry and long commutes into…
Fall
Temptation to fall toward the dark side of dawn the rain a tease across thirsty beds equipment standing still dollars shifting sorting disappearing in the wind. Fierce conversations waiting in…
Red Sky in the Morning
Rumi’s warning card translates as follows: Look at what you are doing and decide if you are being selfish or brave.” Serpent of transformation hisses at my neck threatening to…
Where Life and Longing Intersect
For the last month or two, I have been going to Casey’s Craft and drooling over a tiny red picture frame. I’m not sure what made me go back again…
Honoring the Process
Week eight of exploring the writing affirmations of Eric Maisel with Kelly, finds me racing around to get ready for a week long vacation. “I will honor the process”. I…
Living Dangerously
In the corner of the dining room where the windows meet, above where I sleep, there used to live a large brown spider. Its conical web fascinated me as well…
Rediscovering Delight
So what, exactly, does slowing down look like? I saw this from my back door one morning last week. I decided to investigate that tiny orange speck in the field…
Stella Sunday Afternoons 