The return of the body to the Earth is an essential ritual. Your body belongs to the Earth in this moment, now, as you are breathing, and it belongs to the Earth when your breath leaves you.Continue reading →
The words we use matter. They have deep connotations that affect us in profound ways.
Ellen Langer is a Harvard psychologist and author who has studied for years how the specific words we use to define ourselves and our actions also define our physiology. In one of her studies, chambermaids were told that the “work” they were doing was actually also “exercise.” After this reframing, they lost weight.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 →
On Saturday the weather was exceptionally warm and I went down to the river with my macro lens. I’m amazed at how a different lens changes my experience of the landscape. I see things I’ve never seen before, every time.Continue reading →
There are so many voices—inside my head and out in the world—that tell me it’s not OK to be blissful. That so much is going wrong, at least not right, or worse—about to unhinge and collapse into disaster.Continue reading →
All summer and into this lovely autumn I’ve been witnessing the work of the beavers. I didn’t even realize they were here, right along our stretch of the South Toe river, until June, when on one firefly-lit evening, sitting on the bank, I saw an animal swimming in the dark calm.Continue reading →
It’s Autumn, finally. The forest empties herself. Before there’s even a real flash of color the Buckeyes have already dropped all their leaves. They are, after all, the early birds of spring, putting out leaves before any other trees. They have made their gleaming nuts and gone to bed before anyone else. The wild cherry is done just as the black birches start to put on their yellow dresses. Some trees are all about the party that is Fall, and others are already asleep.Continue reading →
We get to define our success. Never forget this. Society has its own definition and it will never fit yours. Never exactly. My success is rooted in Spirit. I don’t know where it might take me, but I know it will be unbelievably rich.Continue reading →
Ten years ago we installed a big black wood stove in our home. It was our first home-improvement project. We tore out cabinets and poured a concrete hearth four inches thick. While the concrete was still wet we pressed our hands into it, leaving an arrangement of handprints that grew in size. When the concrete dried we heaved our beneficent iron giant onto it, and luxuriated in its heat winter after winter (Really there is nothing like wood heat). Our intention was to tile the hearth and the wall behind the stove someday. Surprise, that someday never came.Continue reading →