1000 + 100 = Right Now

One photo plus 100 words tells you where I find myself right now. Inspired by Susannah. Wishing you quiet and stillness, wherever you find yourself right now. xoS



Home. Grounded. Heartache. Paint. The Untethered Soul. Journalling. Laundry. Summer squash. Mice. Cool rain. Saying “yes”. Hearing “yes”. Fighting constriction. Breathing. New toothbrushes. Trust. Love. Hearts – everywhere. Finding God. Freshly cut hay. Wet dirt. Temporary tattoos. Electric blue feathers. Purple. Unfinished projects. Settling in. Feeling scared. Feeling sad. Feeling so incredibly grateful. Piles of crap – everywhere. Garlic. Onions. Happy plants. Boy chatter. Football? Birthday plans. That closed-up house smell. Coins. Cars. Anticipated visits. Dried paint. Stiff brushes. Altered books. Tags. Quiet inside. Quiet outside. Side porch. Front porch. Coffee. Friends. Family. The way in is the way out. July. Home.

Full Buck Moon


The first full moon of summer asks: What are your most powerful dreams? This dream board led me into an etheric place, with the images feeling much more symbolic than literal. I am almost finished with this particular art journal and am excited to give these monthly pieces a home of their own. I realize I don’t like them smashed together with all the other random bits of art journalling pouring out of me right now. I learned a journal-making technique from Catherine Anderson a few weeks ago that I am excited to try. (The woman with the birds in her hair is Catherine’s creation as well.) So many generous souls on this path. I am grateful.


Sunday Selections

You take a final step and, look, suddenly
You’re there. You’ve arrived
At the one place all your drudgery was aimed for:
This common ground
Where you stretch out, pressing your cheek to sandstone.
What did you want
To be? You’ll remember soon. You feel like tinder
Under a burning glass,
A luminous point of change. The sky is pulsing
Against the cracked horizon,
Holding it firm till the arrival of stars
In time with your heartbeats.
Like wind etching rock, you’ve made a lasting impression
On the self you were
By having come all this way through all this welter
Under your own power,
Though your traces on a map would make an unpromising
Meandering lifeline.

What have you learned so far? You’ll find out later,
Telling it haltingly
Like a dream, that lost traveler’s dream
Under the last hill
Where through the night you’ll take your time out of mind
To unburden yourself
Of elements along elementary paths
By the break of morning.

You’ve earned this worn-down, hard, incredible sight
Called Here and Now.
Now, what you make of it means everything,
Means starting over:
The life in your hands is neither here nor there
But getting there,
So you’re standing again and breathing, beginning another
Journey without regret
Forever, being your own unpeaceable kingdom,
The end of endings.
– David Wagoner, “Getting There”

Painting Like a Madwoman


I have a couple of big posts brewing in my brain, but I don’t have it all worked out yet. While I wait for the words, I have been painting like a madwoman. Actually, this has been going on for a couple of months now. I can’t get enough color! I’m trying not to direct this process, but rather just letting myself sink in and explore my word of the year in a whole new medium.


I have been wanting to take Kelly Rae Roberts’s painting e-course since it came out last year, but for one reason or another, I haven’t. I’m glad I waited. She is currently offering an unbelievable bundle sale. You can check it out here. (No affiliation – just spreading the word.)


Hope midsummer is treating you kindly. xoS