Stillness

Stillness

I sit quietly in my living room, a room I wouldn’t sit in for almost a year before my marriage ended.  It was like the silence of what was happening under the surface of me was too piercing in here, too deafening.  Too revealed.  I retreated to spending time in...
Begin Again

Begin Again

There is just something about a studio.  A clean, white space.  Everything is fresh.  Everything is new.  Blank.  This is the place where new things are born.  I walked into Marian’s studio this week, and some of the moments within the space stopped me in my tracks. ...