The seventy-one-year-old self is stepping aside during this portion of the blog posts while my nineteen-year-old Younger Self comes forward to share her long-secret/hidden story … She surfaced last year during my recovery from a traumatic injury. The last several posts have circled around to meet her in 1968,...
Art/Life
The Root of the Matter
I’m mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. The last several posts have curved beyond the experience of last year circling around to meet another time and place. Shortly after the injury, facing a long recovery period, I became aware that my inner nineteen-year-old had an experience...
Bad. Wrong. A Burden.
I’m currently mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. I now share this experience, through the eyes of my nineteen-year-old. Why? Because she has been communicating with me and needs to hear her own voice. She has a report to give. She is not a victim and...
The Zig and the Zag
I’m mapping a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. I address my fear as well as the creative opportunities that made themselves known as healing unfolds. I didn’t know the levels and layers that my 70-year-self would need to attend to. I share this healing experience with the...
The Weight of the World
Most unhappiness comes from not being able to sit quietly in a room. Pascal I’m mapping out a year of recovery from a traumatic injury. As a seventy-year-old artist, I am choosing to address the fear as well as the creative opportunities that made themselves known while healing took...
Failure in My Bones
I was telling myself to calm down. I was paying attention to the way that I talk to myself. I could tell this experience was different. I’m sharing a personal story of recovery. This is what occurred as a result of my earthquake experience. I acknowledge and respect the...
After the Earthquake
The first handmade trail at the tree farm retreat in 2013 After the earthquake, I was pretty scared. Terrified really. It’s not easy to tell when...
Pay Attention Please
Creek bed at Blue Bird Gulch Tree Farm, Drozda Welcome to my first blog post in a year! After a sudden injury on December 6, 2018, I required all of my attention to focus on and devote my time to healing. It was early on that Thursday morning, which...
Dreams Come True
There’s nothing more delicious than inspiration leading to action Welcome to the art/life trail and to the third Wednesday installment where BD and I take turns sharing our tree farm adventure…today we go inside to see the space that welcomes us once we dream of moving from this to...
Adding Grace to Your Pace
Welcome to the art/life trail! How exciting it is to begin our yearly journey through The Mystery. Each Natural/Circadian year, between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox, offers us the time to reconnect to the power of the Unknown and the Not-to-be-known. What would life be without the opportunity to...