If who you are is the price you paid to get what you used to want, who do you want to become?

Change is essentially creative, even when it’s destructive. The Enrichment Project coalesced around paradoxes like this one.

For me, a labyrinth is a pattern that encourages reflection on my repetitive thoughts. What stories am I retelling? What habits am I building? Another blind spot seems to be just beyond the next twist in the path.

How've you been experiencing life? Are you practicing patterns that bring you the most joy? Is desire is fluttering within you? Where would you like to be?

This is the story of how a front porch portrait session in the middle of a pandemic leads to a David Bowie Labyrinth Dance Party.

What does it mean to put up a sign that invites strangers into your yard?

I joined Sadie Hawkins to talk about creativity, confidence, rejection, improvisation, tarot reading, labyrinth walking, Burning Man, belly dancing, and more.

"But I'm just not creative!" It shocks me now, every time I hear it uttered. It shocked me when it used to come out of my own mouth.

If you're reading this, it means you've been gifted a jar of preserved lemons, or you've been diggin' through blog posts on this website. In either case, enjoy!

I’ve transitioned into a new phase, and my newest touchstones seem to be patience and resilience. Each step brings surprises; sometimes wisdom ensues.

For the Touchstone of Integration, I have selected a tiny amethyst as my reminder because integration occurs in the subtlest ways: Pay attention to the signs.

I posted a photo of Tiki or Bamboo any time I got the chance to write. Dubbed my Cats of Creation, they chivvied me from bed to writing nook for nearly a decade.

The Touchstone of Spirit is the one I resisted the hardest. I consider myself completely unqualified to tackle the subject. And yet, it's enriched me the most.

The podcast What Origin? explores the origins of creativity. Gavin and I chatted about The Enrichment Project, creativity’s power to heal, and much more.

I must confess. I was totally unprepared to meet this campaign's goal with a few days to spare. The shock, the gravity of my gratitude, is still setting in.

What prevents me from being creative? Why do I struggle so mightily-- usually with the voices in my own head-- over naming myself creative?

In an ideal world, we'd have our shit figured out before we ever sit in Circle, and yet we wake up there, messy, in media res.

When I was a girl, all the pockets would simply rip out of my clothes because I was always stuffing them full of rocks. Now I like to string them into bracelets.

If each Touchstone is a stepping stone, Presence gives way to Balance, where I seek a compromise between all the possibilities this moment holds.