The Creative Act

In a world of glossy finished products, of Masterpieces by Masters and Pulitzers by Award-winners and a long list of really great Greats preceding us all, it can take a bit of blind courage, intentionally dedicated time and a dash of wild ecstasy to allow your own creativity to bubble up and out. Each creation reveals a small piece of your lived life and a bit of your private heart, but most of all whatever it is that you produce is an expression of your pure joy. Walking into someone’s painting studio or craft workshop or writing room or gallery space can feel like entering another’s way of being. I invite you to come along into my creative private and public avenues.

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Harvest time

I know this has been a busy week with the media abuzz with childless cat ladies announcing their endorsement of Harris while Trump followers are terrified their pets will be eaten by immigrants that only he can stop, but my mind is turning to the season’s harvest. I am not biblical but I do love metaphor and am keenly aware that we do reap what we sow more often than not. Drought, hurricane, or any other cruel act of climate change aside, life brings wonderful gifts this time of year, from corn to tomatoes, from county fairs to back-to-school nights, it’s certainly time to celebrate.

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Stepping Out

Stepping out in my new town is the news of the week. I would say mine are baby steps but that just might be my judgmental self, because any forward motion is still forward, right? By discovering my new neighborhood via foot, bike or car, I am expanding my sense of place and today that feels hopeful and hopeful feels good for sure.

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