What am I Doing with my One Wild and Precious Life?
My fingernails are green. No, it’s not a new disease or a work or art. It’s spring. And I finally got my priorities straight. Usually at this time of year,…
living creatively in a complex world
My fingernails are green. No, it’s not a new disease or a work or art. It’s spring. And I finally got my priorities straight. Usually at this time of year,…
“The answers you get depend upon the questions you ask” Thomas Kuhn My thanks to Charlene for helping me to see the potential in the bones of the pesky chair…
And so it was that I continued my studies about “Art and Fear”, looking further into my own story as it unfolded. I set my sights on beginning, but my…
I’m standing at the stove cooking dinner and singing “Ding dong the witch is dead. Which old witch? The wicked witch…” In my ongoing metamorphis to simplify and transfer list…
Metaphorically speaking that is. I’m reading Parker Palmer‘s “A Hidden Wholeness” again at the urging of that “still, small voice within”. He begins his Prelude with this: “There was a…
From the moment I saw the derelict heater at Island Recycling, I knew what I wanted to make from it. I saw the parts rearranged, painted and repurposed into an…
The word pond went dry while I was remodeling. But I have pictures! This was before… And this was during… The solution. And the final results (well, almost final)
Sewing was my first love and my first baby steps toward authenticity as I chose fabrics and tailored my own clothing. Sewing opened the doors to building my business making…