Today, like any other day, We wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundres of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. –Rumi
Tagged: Artwork, Inspiration, New Work
We’re running. He’s ahead of my by a half a stride, and I can feel the way this makes me run harder, then harder still, trying to catch up, to syncopate, to be in step. Finally I ask him, “Where do you see me now? Next to you or behind?” “Next to me,” he says, zero hesitation. I sprint a step ahead so we’re in line, his feet moving in time with mine now, our knees and feet matching in gate. “How about now?” I ask. “Ahead.” I put my arm out like the wing of an airplane, perpendicular to my side, it brushes lightly against his chest. We’re exactly in line. “I’m beside you now,” I say, “But I wasn’t before.” “No way!”…
Tagged: Love, True Velocity, life in balance
Last week was so turbulent and devastating, by the weekend all I needed was to disconnect and sink deeply into the simple routines of family. Homemade donuts from the tiny local bake shop that only sells on Sundays–come early, or they’re gone. Haircuts for the boys and swimming at the YMCA. Making paper airplanes at the table before dinner, and watching them read together in the sunlight after. I’ve been trying to take more head shots of Bean and Sprout lately, just to capture the radical growing that’s been happening around here. Both of them seem huge to me, especially Bean who is suddenly coy in front of the camera, and maybe a little self conscious. I’ve recently started using the beautiful and really…
Happy Saturday, friends! We’re off on some weekend adventures, seeing family in NYC for a very brief slice of time–just today and tomorrow in fact. And even though my friend Dan asked, “Why are you driving 6 hours just to turn around and do it again?” there’s no explaining what spring fever does to a girl living at the end of a long dirt road with wanderlust in her bones this time of year. I miss the city with it’s non-stopness and hum of creative making, and I’m so excited to share a little glimpse of it with the boys. They’ve never been. Bean wrote the Easter Bunny the dearest note yesterday– he was worried that he wouldn’t…
Tagged: NYC, spring fever