• The Importance of Ritual

    To make the point that is the point of this post, I need to illustrate with a personal story. My sweetie and I, in an effort to cold turkey clean up our health in a desperate gambit against sloth, stress and age, and joined in by my mom and sort of by my dad, have decided to go for a month without any alcohol, fried foods, white grains, or white sugar, and drinking an approximate crap-ton of what they call ‘sassy water’ which is water with cucumber (bleh), lemon, mint and ginger. Added to this, I decided to lean into this whole thing, and I added a rather radical screen…

  • Uranus Retrograde, or Playing Catch with a Runaway Mind

    I’m sitting here on a Sunday afternoon while my very type-A, productive, industrious sweetie wrecks the kitchen doing 50 things with chickpeas, making kombucha (no really, she calls it ‘the buch’, and today’s is her third batch), making a flower arrangement from yard flowers, meal prepping for the week, and generally going toe to toe with her doubts, fears and issues, shaking their hand, sitting them firmly on the couch and moving on. Because she’s like that, and able to do that. Unlike others of us who come face to face with the same, listen to their 5 day long monologue, take another 10 days to think about it, agree…

  • Daily Practice

    Something I’ve realized is that despite what I previously thought, one can stop doing art, and not go crazy. There’s this notion that “I have to make art, or I get twitchy, unsettled” etc, etc, etc. The common statement that “I make art, because I have to.”  But you know what? You don’t. You don’t have to. You’ll only be twitchy for a little while. You won’t go crazy, you won’t necessarily get into an unclimbable funk, you won’t lose who you are. You can stop making art, and life goes on. You’ll engage in the love you have, eat good food, drink good wine, and go on with your…