In the audio trailer of Michael Franti’s Staying Human podcast, he says, “ … the belief that I have, there’s no one that you wouldn’t love, if you knew their story.” I appreciate Franti’s sentiment. Truth is, I struggle with love. I am amazed over and again by how easily Read more…
I recently wrote that self-study is the point. True. And at the heart of self-study, and so much else, is vulnerability. So now I am saying, vulnerability is the point. And that’s true too. Vulnerability is the point and, through that vulnerability, we are constantly becoming, learning ourselves and going Read more…
In a new series of abstract artworks, I’m exploring an overlap of areas that interest me: simplicity, meditation, solitude, spirituality, nature, clarity, connection, circles, balance, abstraction … I’m choosing to use only black, blue and white in this work. I’ve come to the abstract visual of rock cairns as a Read more…
Connection is a word I have thinking about more and more in recent months. As I prepared to share a bit of my Humanitou story at a PechaKucha event last fall, I recognized that that one word — connection — summarizes what Humanitou is about. Then I started noticing it’s Read more…
I recently shared the story of Humanitou in PechaKucha style at the annual MACnificent fundraiser for the Manitou Art Center. I was one of 10 presenters sharing stories of humanness, creativity, community. PechaKucha is a 20 x 20 presentation format. It uses 20 images that show for 20 seconds each. Read more…
The images we see of yoga largely are a limited view of a Western trend. It emphasizes the physical practice of asanas. Bodies bending and stretching into shapes on a rectangular mat. Defined minutes of a class conducted within the defined walls of a studio. But the ancient spiritual practice Read more…
Love is a subject that has come up in many Humanitou conversations. I often am the one to bring it up, or at least to grab hold and ask for more of it when it does. I have a lifelong question and quandary about love. There is love in my Read more…
Another prose poem and photograph from the #trailyoga and #showyourwork files. Bird I don’t know why he did that, why he stuck the toe of his shoe against your head and body, and flipped you rolling in the dirt and rock. The savage. I saw you first. Whole and still, Read more…