The Touchstone of Balance
If each Touchstone is a stepping stone, Presence gives way to Balance, where I seek a compromise between all the possibilities this moment holds.
Creating Radical Rituals
At Burning Man, I found myself reading tarot cards. I drew a single one for each client. I met each archetype once, then gave that card away.
The Touchstone of Presence
What is Presence? Presence is a folded-over stretch in the middle of your day when you realize your hamstrings are tight. Presence is taking the goddamned time to floss.
The Touchstone of Desire
Years in, when the project starts weighing me down, I decide to reconnect with my Desire. I select a red tiger's eye to represent my wish for change.
Touchstones
When The Enrichment Project stretched into its third year, I felt dropped into a giant maze. Touchstones become tangible reminders of the lessons I'm learning.
Who are the Enrichment Circle?
These women are glamorous, articulate, and opinionated. They're dancers, musicians, visual artists, and aerialists who capture my very imagination.
How did the Enrichment Project begin?
In 2010, I had this vague Desire to enrich my life. I was anything but Present and distinctly out of Balance. So I asked a Circle about their creative processes for a year.
Sticky Notes in Paradise
A visual peek into my creative process, weaving order from chaos, taken during a writing sabbatical in my hometown of Kailua, HI.
Persistence, Paying Off
Life happened. Death happened too. Many mornings found me unable to write at all. I feared my process and despaired in my results. But I persisted.
Progress and Patron Saints
I struggle to find compassion in the face of crisis. Writing this book by my father's side, I must let the hospital’s psychic chaos enrich me.
Être: To Be
The cadence of each day begins with the painstaking task of placing one word in front of the other, with asking whether each paragraph is substance or shadow.
The Thread of Spirit
When I began this whole crazy enterprise, ‘spirit’ is the last topic I expected. Yet it came up so frequently that it became impossible to ignore.
Sometimes Balance Looks Like Enchiladas
Recently, I crossed a writing milestone. I only wish I could calculate how much of that has involved a Siamese fur barnacle purring against my left leg.
So Much Sticky
My head tells me to begin this project with a solid thesis statement, topic sentences. I ought to know my conclusion beforehand. And yet, this time, I don’t. Saturday? I hit full-on crazy researcher mode.
Learning Lines
Learning lines for a play while walking the 132 stairs from my car to my office desk, tucking the difference between "that" and "which" on the 2nd floor landing.
