Coming Back to Center (Pt. 2)

Precious child, today you waken, and before you set your feet on the firm ground a sliver of last night’s dream rushes, bolts through you, the unknown, shattered pieces you attempt to understand, but a fear pervades, a confusion persists. It doesn’t stop there. One hundred times plus, this very day, pieces of you will splinter, flung to the far reaches of the world where a comment made spins you wild, where angry news whirls you with it, where internal dialogue whisks you to doom. All your frazzled self can do is hang tight to the whisper in the wind,…

Coming Back to Center (Pt. 1)

Did I ever tell you I’m magnetized by circles? It’s not that I even realized my attraction to circles until one day, I told my friend, Harmony, I picked a rug out with circles, and she laughed. She followed up with something along the lines of “I’m not surprised. You have circles everywhere in your house.” I do? It got me thinking back to an art project I did in college. I created a video of all types of objects that are, you guessed it — circular. Centered on the screen, it flipped from bottle tops to coasters, from stickers…