When nature shows us the way to be true to ourselves, and in turn, be truly respectful in relationship with her...

From the past bring it forward, and out of the darkness bring back the brightness, and shine as it always has.

Somehow she knew she was to do something with the paper, that she was meant to find it. Or maybe it found her. Because it seemed the vessels were trying to show her something, another way.

Repeating is deeply within us, a dynamic, cyclical, ever-present repeating.

Maybe making was a way in which I was reminded of that deep place of our shared connection.

Holding onto a memory and behold where it leads… the beauty of St. John, palm tree seed pods, mark making, and waves...

We never know how one person, then another, then another sets us in motion to overcome our fears and limiting beliefs about ourselves.

There’s always so much more to the story than what’s there.

How Lao weavers, an outsider artist, nature gathering, learning hand stitching, and a visit from my sister revealed the story of how I started making healing chimes.

To remember to be authentic with what’s possible and already there within us…

When we need to ease away, and when we need to keep something close by too, and when we return to it, knowing well it has changed…

The idea of coming together, the expression in assemblage bundles, and working in the opposite way...

What happens when differences get close to each other, and discover that something lively happens…

Sometimes our art has a way of revealing our shadows and their truth.

Assemblage – the process of bringing together things that might not get along, or maybe they do, or maybe we’re not sure. But we can try.

Maybe it’s to feel that winter can have a sense of belonging in my heart. Or I can have a sense of belonging in the heart of winter…

I started making wands. I mean, I call them wands. But they’re not a special stick possessing any magical abilities. Or are they?

When the rattling within walks me closer to that edge and then welcomes me into the Wintering season..

The potential is always there. Sometimes it’s content, sometimes it’s restless, but it’s always within us, waiting for us…

My dark shadows came though, seeking light, and illuminated what I needed to see and understand more deeply.