I previously noted my packing list for creativity on the go, that it includes a variety of note- and sketchbooks. Not to mention my smartphone, with which I also use Google Docs to capture ideas in the wild. So, not long ago, while standing with a double scoop of helado, Read more…
From the #showyourwork files … I’m living by the peso and here’s my packing list: a pocket notebook for poetry notes on the go, a morning pages journal, an unlined pocket notebook for small sketches and pithy lightning bolts, a bigger sketchbook, and new artist pens and graphite pencils. Three Read more…
Sometimes I use the tag #showyourwork. It came from the mind of the writer and artist Austin Kleon. He popularized the idea in his 2014 book, Show Your Work. With that book Kleon suggests: “ … ways to think about your work as a never-ending process, how to build an Read more…
Creative people create. It comes out sooner or later. It’s who we are. We are made, and we make. I was reminded of that universally human piece of myself when I recently found stashes of haiku, poetry and watercolors I’d created nearly 10 years ago. They were boxed and forgotten. Read more…
Words come. Wherever I am. Sometimes I let them in, we sit down together, I listen. I wish I could capture them all. It is amazing, though, how creative work adds up by just letting in these moments. The poet Carl Sandburg is well-known for his 21-word poem, “Fog.” The Read more…
Introducing Echoes of Oms Patanjali’s Yoga Sutra I.1 atha yoganusasanam “Now this is yoga as I have observed it in the natural world.” There are nine short poems in the Echoes of Oms chapbook. These, and the monochromatic photographs that accompany them, come from experience in the natural Read more…
I’ve always said I can’t draw. I’m sure I’m not the only one who sets that limit on him/herself. And I’ve always wanted to draw. I’ve always wanted to be an artist, to feel confident identifying myself as an artist. But, like many, I’ve been fed definitions of what being Read more…
Sitting on a stump weathered gray, a seat in nature. The cut end of its separated body, the one it must have known and lifted for decades or longer, lies only 4” off its pedestal. The similarly grayed tree fell at an angle on the gentle uphill. Only one side Read more…
I wake up and I’m excited to write morning pages. I can’t explain why. There’s something positive and meditative about scrawling racing thoughts, happenings, nuisances, poetic, lyrical flourishes on the page. Free association. Illegible writing I couldn’t read afterward, if I wanted to. A couple weeks ago I wasn’t doing Read more…
I’d moved here from Missouri with an eye on the mountains, the trails, running and hiking and climbing and skiing, to get lean and mountain-ready. To tackle my 40s with motivation and hell-no-I-won’t-slow. To get Colorado fit. The elevation change took me — and my family — from living a few Read more…