Fell down. Went boom. So, on August 4th, I fell during a bad thunderstorm while trying to help my dog – who was freaking out. I banged myself up and, unfortunately, broke my right wrist – rendering me unable to write or type. As you might imagine, this is difficult for me! I just wanted … More Broken Wing
I love my olive green watering can.
I love walking amongst the plants and insects, raining down a small spigot of life-giving water.
It feels good – grounding – to be out under the trees, pulling the hose along behind me. It feels good to be standing in wet leaves and seed pods, feet soaked and crusty with dirt.
There’s something bruising and beautiful about the simple act of providing water. … More Life As Art: A Meditation on Water
I have to toughen up and I have to tough it out. I need to go out and meet the world because unless I do I will remain tentative and small. I will be a tiny haiku instead of a searing memoir. … More Grace Notes: Developing a Brave Heart