What is Perceived Each day during the month of October, I’m creating an ephemeral bricolage art piece. I choose a random word from a book on my shelf by opening a page in the book and pointing to a word without looking. I also started creating a rule for each piece because I like constraints….
His thunderous laughter and gentle touch. The washing of her feet and tears so easily flowing. Brilliant mind dimpled grin buoyant step (and the warming of my hands). Noble heart and furrowed brow lover of words (and such a lover of me). Flowers and dark chocolate and the washing of dishes. Moments and moments of…
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It’s been a minute since I’ve written on this blog, chief among them graduate school at Antioch University Seattle. I’ll be finished soon and my thesis is done. Done. It won’t be long before I have a piece of paper that says MAEd. It’s hard to believe, to be honest. It’s been a long and…
How many times are we told to forgive a transgression? Like it’s a prescription. It’s supposed to make us better or so the story goes. The point being what? Enlightenment? Brownie points in heaven? Feeling good inside? I wrote recently about how yoga has made me feel more vulnerable and more forgiving towards myself and…
I read an article recently that recommended walking with bare feet. I’ve been dutifully trotting outside each morning while I wait for my coffee to brew and walking on the little gravel patch on the side of the house. Back and forth. Bare legs. Bare arms. Bare feet. The rocks are hard and cold on…
