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Return to center again, and again, and again
Wise teachers from many different disciplines, throughout time, have expressed the need for a daily centering practice. As the modern world’s turbulence escalates, being centered is no longer a good idea it is an essential life skill. When we individually and...
Pots are molded, centered, burned, fired, cracked, broken, and put back together
Yet, through all that whirling creative stress; it’s the space within that transforms the lump of clay into a beautiful vessel. Many years ago, while juggling the new-mom-transitioning-out-of-a-beloved-dance-career, I landed a summer job at the Penland School of Arts...
The body holds all the wisdom to access real-life transformation
The tricky part is learning to listen and understand her language. Here I am, the artist (uncomfortably pretending to be a businesswoman) at a power luncheon, surrounded by real businesswomen, hungrily networking and selling. I’ve always found this town confusing....
If I were to tell you there is still a chance, would you listen?
At the height of the pandemic, a priest in Kerala opened a new temple. This temple was dedicated to a virus named COVID. He was ostracized and ordered to close it down. He argued that if God is in everything and everyone, then God is also in this virus. He had a...
A life where love and belonging are normal
Let’s build a world where love and belonging are normal and fear and isolation are abnormal. This weekend I took a road trip down to West Cork. It’s only about 80 miles away but, the winding rural roads feel like a different world in a different time. Clonakilty (a...
On a threshold
Who was your favorite singer song writer when you were a teenager? Joni Mitchell was my shero - singing and playing her songs at the top of my lungs kept me sane during my turbulent youth. At 17, Joni’s inspiration flew me from Chicago to California. Sitting on...
Out of Auto Pilot
I’m standing at the open door. 18,000 feet above ground. Feeling only sky and roaring wind. The guide is attached to my back. He counts 3, 2, 1, push – we are hurtling through space. We are sailing through open sky. Breathless, forcing myself to take long slow...
Moving from dark into light
My dear friend,Several times over the past few weeks I've tried to sit down and write to you. My body kept saying, ‘no, not yet’. Today I am ready. So many feelings have been swirling through me. So many thoughts have come and gone.These past nine months have been a...
How’s your body feeling?
For me, as a kid, life was scary and unsafe. I was easily over stimulated. Shutting down and hiding was my safety mechanism. Now, this was all in the context of living a very public lifestyle. It was the late 1960’s and I was a little kid and my parents...
I climb a dark antiquated stairway in a palazzo’s in Venice
climb a dark antiquated stairway in a palazzo’s in Venice. The Biennale has me on a treasure hunt all over the ancient city. As the door creaks open, I find myself in a dazzlingly light room. The ceiling is hung with thousands of incandescent bare bulbs, blinking....