Fall is right around the corner, and everywhere I sense the approaching tang of autumn and cycles curving back around. Thanks to you, dear supporters, I’ve transitioned into a new phase: sending query letters and proposal packages to my first round of agents and publishers. About six weeks will elapse before I send along my… Continue reading Seasons are Changing, and the Hunt for a Publisher is ON!
Towards the beginning of February, I had the opportunity to sit down with Gavin of the podcast What Origin? and chat about the Enrichment Project. This podcast explores the origins and motivations behind creativity, and I've enjoyed every single episode. Gavin asks insightful questions, leading our conversation from how the project began, to much further… Continue reading What’s the Origin of Creativity?
"Open cup or closed cup?" Hilary opens a phone call with these words, and I can hear her grinning. I've confessed to Hilary that she's my favorite processing partner, and it's mostly due to prompts like these that invite me to try out the words of my own story.
Nancy chose "Joy" as her Touchstone that very first year of the project, and when I asked after the details, she emphasized the necessity of making a "stubborn commitment to joy."
One of Na'la's superpowers is in the fine art of the check-in. When Na'la and I sit down to talk, time loses all relevance. We've become so absorbed in conversation that she has literally missed flights.
Majda has taught me about the sacred and the sacrifice. Driving up to a mountain retreat, the Harvest Moon nestled into the valleys between the peaks like an exclamation point, we wrestled with conceptions around time, space, and our own bodies.
I'm sort of beside myself, wondering how best to introduce Kate to you, because she's like another aspect of myself. A wiser, more motherly, sass-tastic aspect of myself.
A hug from Jaia is a thing of wonder. She waits, listens, heart-to-heart, until your breathing begins to synchronize. She invites you to be present in the moment, with another human being, with yourself.
When I lay all seven Touchstones out, side-by-side, Circle is smack-dab in the center. In an ideal world, we would be able to have our shit figured out before we sit in Circle, and yet we wake up there, messy, in media res.
I honestly don't know what I'd do without the friendship of these women, who have comforted me, left me wheezing from laughter, and educated me on the proper way to insert a zipper into a dress.
