The Hidden Gift
I thought I was coming to the Grunewald Guild to write, but this morning, feelings of resentment arose almost instantaneously … Continue reading The Hidden Gift
I thought I was coming to the Grunewald Guild to write, but this morning, feelings of resentment arose almost instantaneously … Continue reading The Hidden Gift
The moon no longer a perfect sphere, eclipsed, the sun still hidden behind the horizon as we walked from bedroom … Continue reading The Colors of Delight
After a time of sharing with a dear friend about the writing residency I will begin in a few short … Continue reading Transition: Blessed Endings and New Beginnings
This morning, I feel inclined to move slowly—to sit, breathe, look, and listen. Watch my notebook rise and fall with … Continue reading Chaos and Calm in the Everyday
This is what it feels like to be held Swaying this way and that Suspended between trees— The contours of … Continue reading Here
There are few books I own that I find myself reading over and over again. I call them my Saturday … Continue reading For Longing
Sometimes we encounter those people who exude the precise form of hope and life we need in a particular moment. … Continue reading Generosity
Last Friday night, I diverged from my typical routine of quarantining myself after a long, draining week in favor of … Continue reading Flirting with Art: When writing became sexy
I find myself reflecting this morning on the events of this past week, how it is I was able to … Continue reading The Necessity of Help
Do you ever have those weeks—or series of weeks—in which one by one, things pile up: frustrations, to-do lists, exhausting … Continue reading On Rest, Work and Burnout