What can I say except it was an honor to be involved in the holiday concert over at Citizen of the Month (blog of the awesome Neil Kramer). If you haven't already, you must go check out the festivities! I am so glad we did this. I...
I like to make up games for myself, to practice things that are hard for me. One I created recently is the Bare Minimum Game, in which I take the list (written or imagined) of things I think I should do or need to do,...
The weekend was spend sorting, clearing, cleaning, and decorating, just me and my little family. We didn't have places to go. No people to see. Just us. Together. Taking care of life. For as much as I LOVE non-rushed, pajama weekends like this one, I was...
A love letter to the communities that made my 2010 amazing. Shutter Sisters, Where would I be without you? Your love, support, passion and vision has shaped not only who I am as a photographer but who I am as a human being. ...
There was a time when I was confidant. I remember it. A time when I looked at the mirror and liked my reflection. A time when my creations were worth showing. A time when my inner critic was not there. A time when I loved myself. Then High school happened. I...
2009 was a year of big moments. 2010 has been the year of the transformation that's followed; a daily practice of a new way of being. More gratitude, more joy, more wonder, more calm, more contentment, and more clarity. With all that has come a lot of letting go....
"Oh, to be alive in such an age, when miracles are everywhere, and every inch of common air throbs a tremendous prophecy, of greater marvels yet to be." — Walt Whitman Today's Reverb prompt from Ali Edwards had me musing all day. I know exactly when I feel most...
Wow. What a day. I'm so exhausted I can barely write out the thoughts I want to share. But, my mind has been swirling with ideas all day and I know I have to at least attempt to get them out before sweet slumber. Picture the...
How to Paint a DonkeyBy Naomi Shihab Nye She said the head was too large,the hooves too small.I could clean my paintbrushbut I couldn’t get rid of that voice.While they watched,I crumpled him,let his blue body stain my hand,I cried when he hit the can.She smiled....
Because I have long said good-bye to focusing on all the things I'm not, I won't go into a tirade about my lack of organizational skills. Nothing good can come of it and it only gets ugly. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't even be an issue if...