I spent the past week in a Three Principles intensive—exploring Mind, Consciousness, and Thought—with my partner. We dove into how thought shapes experience and, just as importantly, how to set our thoughts aside. I also experienced how I can create a thinking environment that fosters clarity, independence, and creativity. It was both wonderful and challenging.
Though these concepts aren't new, something inside me has shifted. I feel as though I’ve stepped through a passage of change, uncovering a new world within—one I’m excited to explore. The vastness of our inner landscapes humbles and amazes me, there is always something new to discover.
Henry Miller’s words resonate deeply: “The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.” It feels so good knowing I can choose where I place my attention and, in doing so, shape my experience. But, can it be that simple? I vow to apply this to my daily life and find out.
I have been listening to Robin Wall Kimmerer’s Gathering Moss, and it has seamlessly woven into all of this week’s discoveries. I keep pausing and rewinding. I love when a book makes me do that.
The revelation of suddenly seeing what I was blind to only moments before is a sublime experience for me. -Robin Wall Kimmerer
In spite of everything I shall rise again: I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing. Vincent Van Gogh
I'm falling in love with the simplicity of pencil and charcoal again—it feels wonderful to find my way back. I am still working on the drawing below, but I love how the sunlight added to it as I was working on it.
Although I've been trying to paint whenever I can, I haven’t had a consistent daily practice lately because I’ve been focused on preparing for Art & Soul Retreat. I’m hopeful that once I return home, I’ll find my way back to this practice.
Unfurling Retreat.
I am offering an in-home retreat on May 9th and 10th!!! I would love for you to join me.
Here is the latest painting I have been working on. Nocturnal Gifts, available here.
I curated a new dance playlist for my dance co-op. I hope you enjoy it.
Lastly, a new poem I wrote…
Let Them
Let them
devour us—
flesh from flesh,
bone and marrow,
‘till nothing is left
but their glory.
Let them
rip our hearts from our chests
still beating, mine still burning for you.
If they can’t have love,
neither can we
Let them
divide and conquer,
drain us of our blood.
Let them drink,
let them taste—
sweet as honey, hot as fire.
Let them feast, let them feast,
as they chant - love was never ours to keep
Let them
bask in their false glory,
gloating like thieves in the dark
Let them
howl like the wolves that they are,
circling in hunger
They sharpen their teeth,
the scent of our despair rises like a prayer,
calling them closer,
calling them all.
Let them feast,
And they do.
And we —
Let them
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I feel where this poem is coming from, but I just have to say that they cannot devour a burning heart. they cannot devour love.
We have 3 refuges in dark times: faith, hope and love. As we see death coming, it is a possibility we could loose faith. In a landscape full of devastation, we could also loose hope. …but…love….the last refuge, is in a separate category. It is of the nature of infinity indestructible in its trAnsfromitive power, regenerative and self increasing with no limit. If they ingest a heart burning with love, they will spit it out. If they swallow it, little by little, large by large, love will outrun their internal poison. “They “are of a nature that will self destruct. Love in its grace leaves only a decision in its wake. So…if we become a sacrificial meal, let me possess a heart of great fire, not just for 1 2 or 3, but a heart that burns in the power of love itself. I will meet you there, in the field of no right and no wrong. ❤️❤️❤️