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Grief Brain and Holy Week
I don’t know about you, but I have some serious grief brain right now. I am forgetful, less productive (that could also be the whole homeschooling two children thing), easily fatigued yet sleeping less, easily overwhelmed when I am generally resilient and anxious. I...
To Find a Steady Center: Maya Angelou
When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around...
To Find a Steady Center: Denise Levertov
In this dark I rest, unready for the light which dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all. -Eye Mask by...
To Find a Steady Center: Osip Mandelstam
And I was alive in the blizzard of the blossoming pear, Myself I stood in the storm of the bird–cherry tree. It was all leaflife and starshower, unerring, self–shattering power, And it was all aimed at me. What is this dire delight flowering fleeing always earth? What...
My 2020 #the100dayproject
Last year I participated in #the100dayproject a challenge for makers and creatives to create for 100 days straight, encouraging exploring new media, honing skills and techniques and building that creative muscle and discipline. You can read about some of my tips and...
To Find a Steady Center: Ellen Bass
to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for...
To Find a Steady Center: Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild...
To Find a Steady Center: David Whyte
I awoke this morning in the gold light turning this way and that thinking for a moment it was one day like any other. But the veil had gone from my darkened heart and I thought it must have been the quiet candlelight that filled my room, it must have been the first...
To Find a Steady Center: Adam Zagajewski
Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June's long days, and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine. The nettles that methodically overgrow the abandoned homesteads of exiles. You must praise the mutilated world. You watched the stylish yachts and ships; one of...