Drawing from life, daily practice, just showing up on the page.
In January, I made a commitment to myself to draw something–anything–every day. I got a spiral bound sketch pad (Hobby Lobby, cheap!) which I tuck into my purse every … Keep reading . . .
We write in lines as if to say we can herd our thoughts along a linear flowing path.
My own writing wants to go in circles and make diving leaps here and there, following its own way to who knows … Keep reading . . .
The rain outside is welcome to my ailing yard plants which withered under the unrelenting Summer sun. They have not recovered, even after my attempts to nurture them back with daily watering. I have since surrendered my yard to winter, … Keep reading . . .
I always experience a workshop–whatever the time length–like a hero or heroine’s journey. If you are familiar with Joseph Campbell you will know what I mean. For anyone not familiar with Campbell’s “mono-myth” cycle, I will sum it up as … Keep reading . . .
I had a dream about a tsunami the night before the election. When I woke up, I didn’t feel distressed; I felt energized. Nervous, nonetheless, I spent the day fuming, wondering whether or not America had awakened from our collective … Keep reading . . .
