Stop Being Afraid: A letter to Us All

This will be short, a letter to the Artist inside us all but especially to me, and the Artist that I’ve been afraid to become. I’ve been thinking. I’m electrified with the current state of affairs, I know how lucky I am to have space even a few hours every day to make art. I’ve…

What If All Your Life You Believed A Lie? You Are Too Broken.

The morning air is all awash with angels …  – Richard Wilbur You cannot unbreak a broken stick. This morning, I awoke to a sense of life’s forfeiture.  I am broken. I’ve lived half my life, if my mother is to be believed I’m only in my middle years, as if I am a broken stick;…

I’m Not Gonna Lie, I’m Depressed

I’m not gonna lie, I’m depressed.  Not that I was lying before when I pretended that I wasn’t.  Life is a silly game, and a beautiful dance,  It takes skill – to weather life’s storms. (And we’ve been in a blow-your-mind-knock-you-down kind of hurricane!) It’s a special skill to endure, to survive, to not get…

{Morning Specters}

Early, before it’s decent to be awake I startle. Up. This is the hour When fear takes hold and when I cannot reason With facts or data.  I seem to be a pawn in somebody’s cruelty. Self-pity, Fear and something akin to panic passes through Me. Whispering, wailing and contemptuous. Still, if I’m fortunate, and…

[BE FEARLESS]

My word for 2012 was ABUNDANCE. Even as I chose that word — abundance, I wasn’t totally sure; seriously, what was I thinking resounded the echoing voices? I have never lived a so-called abundant life.  Was it even possible? Most of my childhood, and early adulthood, I spent afraid, crouching. And I’ve been unable to choose joy, as I’ve…