Creating is rarely easy

.Reading time 6 minutes.

I’m sitting at a desk, in a house on a farm, looking out a window. I’m not watching what’s happening outside the window, even though it is the most glorious day to look upon. It’s so lovely that I could be feeling guilt for not being out there in that day full of sun and […]

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Untruth

.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Inside me, suspended between  my sternum and diaphragm At the base of where I imagine my heart there is a kernel of False Knowledge The fear that there is something about me seen by the world, to which I am blind That makes me inherently Unlovable

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Maple syrup sweetness and gut punch bitterness.

.Reading time 3 minutes.

One month (and a bit) into this grand experiment of making-one’s-way-through-life-via-art and I feel great, and horrible. Maple syrup sweetness and gut punch bitterness. Crappy pieces of mail and wonderful friends. Not that these are sides of coins, or that I believe life is as simple as binary examples would imply. I just know that […]

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