So often the answer is simple, I think. Which is also, really, what makes it so terribly difficult to find.
The cure for anything might be salt water,but it is a cure best assisted by silence.
The beautiful thing about the simple belief that you are depth is that, by definition (my definition), there is nothing you cannot access. Perhaps you need to train your breath, your skin for the change in temperature, your mind for the temporary absence of light, but it can all be done, easily, a minute, a… Continue reading The Deep Sea
I had this minor revelation. We are not the only seekers--just because we have language and thoughts and worries and media and money and debt and love and loss and fairy tales and drama and history, we think, in that human-centric way we're prone to, that we are wandering alone out here, blindly reaching from… Continue reading Home.
Feeling small in a natural world is entirely different than feeling small in a human one.
When you come from a maternal line of artists, and when your own visual art skills are amateurish at best, then you take a lot of art classes. Perspective is one of the hardest skills to master, both inside and out of the studio. That you could become both present and absent enough to see… Continue reading It Always Was
I keep thinking that, at some point, this whole life thing becomes easier. But I'm not so sure. Maybe it's like what we say about yoga--the practice doesn't get easier, you just get better at dealing with difficulty. So this morning, in the dark of the pre-dawn, I'll listen to the bats chirp outside my… Continue reading So Large, So Old