What Is Intentional Creativity?

Hi everyone, Today, I share a brief personal update about my next daring step… An invitation came to my inbox in October— One that had me at hello. It tugged at heartstrings, stayed on my mind, spoke to my spirit. It came from an artist I deeply admire, Shiloh Sophia, a woman whose work I’ve followed for quite some time. The summons was for the Color of Woman School, an online training (with optional travel). As I read slowly, these words caught my eye— global revolutionary education empowering women community vision quest raise up teachers live and teach creativity essential…

Utterly You-nique.

You. Little old you and me, little old me caught up in our similarities and sameness — both of us looking to find where our experiences match, what topics we agree on, how our perspectives align. Yet, have we forgotten? You and I, well, we are utterly unique! YOU-nique — as a dissolving wispy cloud lingering past high above, as an imprinted crystalline snowflake on a frozen window pane, as the unusual face of the next stranger noticed on our path. Have we forgotten? Each of us were given life as pure gift. Pure gift! None of us asked to…

Community.

Friends, Thank you for indulging me this month and giving me permission to lift up the sacred feminine. This feels as if it is only the beginning. To end the month-long series, I leave you with this painting and thought below. It’s in community where we see one another’s eyes, hear a friend’s pain, listen to each other’s stories. We are called to notice a sacred thread running through all. We are asked to acknowledge our connection. We are sisters finding our voice, taking our space, following the wild edge. When we meet along the road, may our gaze meet…

The “Wave”

A few weeks ago, I was driving home and a teenage boy walking his dog waved at me. Did I know this boy? Nope. I’d never seen him before. I didn’t know the boy’s name or what home he lives in around our neighborhood. I’d never had a conversation with him or pet his dog. Yet, he thoughtfully lifted his head and gave me a wave as I drove by. Fifteen years ago, when I first moved to the southern part of the United States, this type of gesture totally surprised me. I’d think, “Do I know that person? Why…

A Reflection on Orlando and Unspeakable Tragedy

The massacre in Orlando happened. Forty-nine lives taken, fifty-three injured, countless lives changed forever. Terror sprung on unsuspecting lives. I was sleeping soundly in the place coined, “The Happiest Place On Earth,” a mere 18 miles from gunshots and blood shed. Upon waking, the news reached my ears and landed in my gut, like lead. There are no words. There is no platitude that soothes. There is no sense to be made. Our vacation carried on. Upon entering parks, I was asked to trust those around me, strangers, amid throngs of people. Trust humanity, trust goodness, trust God. Cast members…