the ocean as my home

Jul. 3, 2017 by

There’s a way in which the Ocean has been calling me, more deeply than I’ve been called to her before. A way in which she’s showing up for me in dreamtime. Her shoreline, her waves and undulations, her waters. It’s

Shadows + Charcoal +

May. 11, 2017 by

Beloveds, Today, I took my sketchpad into the garden and set the long tree pages against the iron table. I scooted her to the shadow, so I could see. And then, there was the art. The shadow itself, guiding me

Mothering Ourselves {+ meditation inside}

May. 5, 2016 by

That’s my mama. That’s the woman who raised me. That’s the soul that mothered me into being. Years ago, I had heard Alexis Pauline Gumbs {who is brilliant} talk about the practice of “mothering ourselves.” Now and again {and especially