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Free-verse, free-page. Freewriting. Amazing how much and how quickly the mind can come here and relax. Paper is a mind refuge for me—a...

To write for the ground or to write more openly, in the mystical air? I’m not so worried anymore. I have my plan—my loose-knit plan, knit...

Being let go from jobs is getting old, but it’s not wearing me down. What’s been gained? I have learned more—gotten stronger, wiser, and...

Silence today, the cozy warmth of another day off hybernating within. I’m lucky in that I requested an extra day off this week ahead of...

The rain trickles light on the moss-speckled roof as I stay in bed, Scrat nestled on my back, writing on the pages nearest—not in the...

Today, I feel proud, both relaxed and in service too. That last part may sound strange since I don’t volunteer anywhere or take part in...

There is a genuine sense of kinship in the air, cultivated by realness and open hearts I can’t deny. It has spread across the country and...

This last rock in the series I collected two winters ago, just before painting my way out to Indiana and back, is definitely a light I...

There’s an underlying beauty to the universe, always at work, even if we can’t moment to moment see it. I find myself trying to replace...

You know that feeling when you’re so happy and creatively aligned, you could lay back with your thoughts and bask in the light of them...

I’m not going to compare side by side or focus on the negative or stress over a way out. I don’t need one, and I do know this because in...

Directionally, let me plunge into the space that is my own----liquid vast and soft as I release gravity and find a being I once knew...

What do I do when my pen has stopped and my ink has dripped off the lines and into the margins, much like the rings from my last...

I made a resolution last New Year's to try writing a song, and despite my doubts and lack of genuine interest until today, the...

One afternoon last week, through intense breath and focused wind, I blended the outermost colors of this rock until the vibrant spots...

Retracing my footsteps in the snow as I make my way back along the forgotten trail reminds me of my morning ink-tracks——the path by pen I...

Moment to moment, this journey means infinitely more. As I watch my cat smell my robe, draped over the nearby chair by the open window,...

It takes a little effort to wake from the warmth of my bed to bundle up and recline under the deep blue clouds above, but it's worth it....

Beneath the daylight halfmoon, I am more myself. Closer to the wild, closer to the bigger picture of it all. The intimate experience...

Small, but powerful the vibrancy glows in me. The licks of inspiration swirl all around, and I am solidly sensing from the center. Does...