This month I had planned to write about fear and then jury duty happened to me. Again. This is not my first jury duty rodeo. Once when I was in my 20s, I got busy with school and did not read the newspapers or talk much with anyone about current events which made me the… Read more
My first two treasures in May came from opening my eyes. On this last day of May, I give you a small treasure I found when a lovely aroma made me look up while I walked for my lunch break. May you find joy with your nose this week-… Read more
My surprise treasure for this week came from driving my mom to and from her cataract surgery. I took a day off about a month ago to help her get a new eye lens surgically implanted. We both hope this will help her see colors again and do her work as an artist better. I had waited at… Read more
Most of the books I’ve read about creativity encourage a daily walk. Apparently this is how many of the greats get (or got) their inspiration, and a recent Stanford study even found a strong correlation between walking and creativity. I usually prefer to run, pound the pavement, and fly along (granted a slow flight because of my rather… Read more
My hands freeze and I start shaking about 30 minutes before a performance. Last weekend this nervous reaction came as I sat quaking at the back of a room filled with my dear friends in a women’s retreat in Port Orchard. My hands felt so stiff and cold I wondered if they would be able to move across… Read more
For spring break last week I went with my mom and youngest son to Sequim,Washington out on the Olympic Peninsula. We had a marvelous time looking at where I lived until I was five, indulging in nostalgia and walking out on the Dungeness Spit where the waves crashed along over 5 miles of sand bar. As… Read more
It wasn’t easy to get my mom to let me use her pictures and, looking at these, you might be surprised at the reason why. “They aren’t right,” she said. I could feel she meant they aren’t perfect. They aren’t the flawless beauty that she had in her imagination when she began the work. I… Read more
My friend Ruth kept telling me about the book Praying in Color by Sybil MacBeth. “I just love it!” she said many times over, her eyes all lit up from the inside and a soft smile with a shake of the head when she tried to explain it. I could not imagine a prayer in… Read more