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On Change

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Hello Loves,  Little did I know that my last blog post in January would apply to life in March. I wrote then about feelings of loneliness and isolation  and how it helps to remember that we can hold each other in spirit if not in person. And now, here we are, in a whole new world of social distancing and quarantine under the terrifying shadow of a deadly pandemic. So yeah.  Others have already written brilliantly about the mass grief we're experiencing and how this era is changing all our lives and society. This post is just my two cents on the matter.  First of all, I'm so grateful to the medical professionals, researchers, farmers, grocery workers, pharmacists, and countless more who are doing everything they can to keep us alive and afloat during this crisis. And I'm also grateful to the artists and bored folks at home who are entertaining us and keeping us as lighthearted as possible.  I'm doing ok and I hope you are too. This isn't easy

Holding

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Hello friends,  I hope the new year has found you well and that these first few weeks of 2020 have been kind and generous to you and yours. It probably won't surprise you to learn that I've been up to my usual tricks: traveling to see family and loved ones, hosting celebrations, working on revisions, parenting my kids, practicing yoga at home, walking on the beach whenever possible, volunteering, and on occasion, staying up too late and enjoying myself a little too much. January is a month of deep darkness and dreary cold in Seattle and it's done its best to break my spirits. But I'm happy to report that I've mostly managed to stay positive and focused on my goals and plans. I celebrated my 42nd birthday this week and that helped tremendously. I'm incredibly lucky to have so many kind, fun, and loving people in my life.  Despite holidays and celebrations, winter can still be an isolating time for some. Life circumstances can, whatever the se

Thankful

Hi loves,  I’ve enjoyed reading all the thankfulness posts this month, but didn’t feel like I had the bandwidth to participate WHICH IS BOGUS NONSENSE. And so… here are my 28 days of gratitude all at once and in no particular order. This is a long-ass post and I don’t expect you to read it, but I still wanted to put it out into the universe. Many of you qualify in more than one category listed below. But listen, even if I somehow missed you, I’m grateful for you. Happy Thanksgiving. 1) Phoebe – Thank you for being a source of light, optimism, love, humor, and hope in my life. Always. Thank you for the hard work you’re doing this year. 2) Michael – Thanks for your love, trust, wisdom, hard work, and humor. And for our music. “The truest of lights.” 3) My brother – holds both your hands I love you. Completely. 4) Kidlets – Mine, yours, and all the sweethearts there are. So grateful for the mess of parenthood and especially for the snuggles. 5)

October, the Most Wicked Month

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Hi loves, It's been a while since I last posted here so I won't try and catch up on everything. If we know each other well, you're already in the loop, and if we don't, well, I suppose you'll be just fine without a blow by blow. All our lives are busy and complicated. All of us only have so much bandwidth to spare. The big highlights were an incredibly beautiful trip to Scotland and Ireland this summer: And lots of social time with good folks once we returned: Now the kids are back in school, the leaves are falling, and my youngest and I recently had a wonderful time camping on Orcas Island with his classmates. Since then, autumn ailments have knocked us down a few rungs, I'm afraid. =/ October looks to be an insanely busy month with lotsa travel. I can't say I'm thrilled about all of it, but I know there'll be plenty of laughter and love throughout. And glitter... more on that anon. ;) T

Little Love

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Hello friends, I hope your summer has been joyous and peaceful so far. Mine has been... tumultuous, to say the least. I've had some good solid fun, but there's also been lots of dark difficult news and work. It's only mid-July and I admit I've already caught myself thinking wistfully of fall. A friend posted a meme recently that said something like, "being an adult means starting every week saying to yourself, 'things will calm down after this week'". That hit home. It reminded me to heed the wisdom I've often heard that "this is it". Things aren't necessarily ever going to calm down. Life isn't going to suddenly open up and be free of all pain. Suffering and joy and love and loss are just human. But even in this great big messy now, there's comfort to be found in the idea that we're in it together. We have each other. In this spirit, we had a small adventure here recently that I thought you might like to hear about,

Twisting Heart, Winding Ways

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Hi friends, Had such a strange day today. from The Skylark by David Cox Summer Solstice here was intense and beautiful and difficult. I heard good news, troubling news, and everything in-between. My heart feels all twisted and tight. In an attempt to ground myself, I visited the Seattle Art Museum to see the Victorian Rebels exhibit on the women and men of the Pre-Raphaelite movement. It was truly beautiful and loosened me, gently. If you have a chance to go, I highly recommend it. Victorian Evening Gown I couldn't help thinking of Delia Sherman, Ellen Kushner,  Terri Windling, and Cortney Skinner much of the time, since my "Hell's Pre-Raphaelites" biker jacket is part of their shared history. Like the remarkable souls featured in this exhibit, I'm grateful to these luminaries for setting examples of artful and art-full lives.  The Keepsake by Kate Elizabeth Bunce Detail from The Keepsake by Kate Elizabeth Bunce                   

Poetry & Music

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Hello Lovelies, Today was one of those odd days when I do everything I'm supposed to do (writing, exercising, walking the beach, taking care of pup and chores) and yet I still feel a kind of hollow that's hard to describe. The weather is nice. My children are healthy. My love will be home from work soon and we'll have a family dinner and a cozy night. Really, there's just no reason to feel off. And yet. Part of a creative life, for me, means that I do a lot of dreaming while fully awake. Some of me ventures off and away to inhabit other lives and stories. The truth is, this kind of dreaming can can leave me feeling wistful and restless and absent... I've learned that when I feel this way, one of the best things to do is engage with poetry and/or music. Something about those forms of expression can reach me and bring me back to the present moment better than other things, like TV or visual art or prose. In this way, reading poetry, for me, can be