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The everyday beginning
It began with a letter in my inbox from Ingrid Fetell Lee …imagine you have a secret room in your home that nobody else will ever see—what would it look like?
Sidestepping and other artistic dance moves you might not be familiar with…
I create. A lot. Though I often feel like I don’t.
In search of wonder, blue waves whitened on a cliff
Creativity is sacred, and it is not sacred. What we make matters enormously, and it doesn’t matter at all. We toil alone, and we are accompanied by spirits. We are terrified, and we are brave.
Bigdealitis is something creatives seem to be particularly plagued by.
Doing things differently the act of reaching for beauty yields a deep sense of satisfaction
The value in going slow I spent a lifetime in a garden one afternoon.
We are always called upon to begin again. To renew this magic within that we have held since childhood. The awe and the wonderment.
There is a three-letter word I love. Crammed full of possibility, hope, and dreams
We owe it to ourselves to become observers and seekers to where the circuit can be completed. To plug ourselves into experiences that amplify our lives. To unplug from those things that are draining.
Here’s to the next few thousand wide awake, free-falling into life, living this one wild and precious life like every day counts.
