The Time to Begin

As the snow falls steadily outside, I sit inside moving from one item on the to-do list to the next. … Continue reading The Time to Begin

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 Colors of Delight

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

Life at the Guild: First Impressions

I sit here at an empty desk in the glass studio of the Grunewald Guild, the wall mounted heater fan … Continue reading Life at the Guild: First Impressions

Transition: Blessed Endings and New Beginnings

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

Chaos and Calm in the Everyday

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

You Must Go

I can’t recall if we were wandering the packed streets of the Fremont’s Sunday market or inside Shilling Cider tasting … Continue reading You Must Go

For Longing

There are few books I own that I find myself reading over and over again. I call them my Saturday … Continue reading For Longing

Generosity

Sometimes we encounter those people who exude the precise form of hope and life we need in a particular moment. … Continue reading Generosity

Flirting with Art: When writing became sexy

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