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It was early spring, and on the mountaintops only the thinnest whispers of her jubilant choir could be heard.
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I didn’t want to feel so jaded. But there I was, sitting in my beloved studio, scrolling through Facebook. I knew I should be working. And that I should be loving the work. But mostly I was feeling stuck. And like a drug, Facebook provided temporary relief from that feeling. What I needed was foxfire.Continue reading →
After years of focusing on my productivity in the studio—trying all manner of time management and goal setting techniques—I decided to value flow above everything.
The shift wasn’t an a-ha moment. It was born out of utter frustration with myself. I was making myself miserable doing what I love. I would set a goal with a piece and time myself. When I got restless or struggled, instead of listening to my body, I would force myself to continue. I was spending less time in Nature, more time on the computer. And I could see a wall looming in front of me, one that I was going to run into if I didn’t slow down. It was a wall between me and my natural state of happiness.Continue reading →
I took a bunch of business courses and they made me crazy.
“What is the emotional need that your product fulfills? Markets are conversations—how are you participating in the conversation? What are you Key Performance Indicators? How will you track them?”
And I tried. I made notes and thought deeply about the questions—legitimate business questions—that were being asked of me. I thought about how to refine my focus and how to present myself on social media in a cohesive way.Continue reading →
Are you tired of the status quo?
There is an old Haida tale that tells how Raven brought light to the world.
Basically Raven was tired of bumping into things in the dark, and so he devised a method of going into another world and stealing the sun. It involved some pretty fantastic shapeshifting and a lot of patience, but in the end he was successful in bringing light to the dark world where he—and the humans— lived.
The Trout Lily (Erythronium americanum) is a diminutive spring ephemeral in the Lily family. Trout Lilies have a very poor sexual reproduction rate —only about 10% of flowers produce seed—and so they spread mostly by corms, developing a dropper, or fleshy stem, that stretches deep into the soil away from the parent before growing its own corm at the end of the stem. Once this happens, the dropper connecting the parent and daughter plant dies off. Colonies of trout lilies have plants of varying ages, and in undisturbed forests some colonies are reputed to be over 300 years old!Continue reading →
My Catalpa tree is in full bloom.
The tree herself is huge—everyone who knows trees and has seen her professes she is the biggest Catalpa they have ever seen, which of course this means that she’s pretty much the oldest, too.. Her branches are thick and curvaceous; her leaves are giant green hearts. And right now she’s covered in buoyant clusters of white flowers.
I believe orchids are worthy of adoration.
I remember the first time I saw a Pink Lady Slipper. I was cruising along the Blue Ridge Parkway when I spotted something bulbous and pink blooming in the shade. I turned my vehicle around.
I am reminded of the story of the water carrier who carried a whole vessel and a cracked vessel. The cracked vessel, leaking along the path, watered flowers. It’s a parable to see the beauty in our brokenness, and it it does not necessarily comfort me.Continue reading →
I found myself in Gatlinburg for my son’s soccer tournament. Nestled in the Smokies, the town is more like a giant carnival—crowds of people roam streets lined with curious attractions. I longed for the quiet of the forest.Continue reading →