A Winter Garden: Welcoming Grace

The hum of the twenty-year old refrigerator finally shuts off, the cottage goes blessedly silent, and I feel my body relax. In the quiet of a rainy morning, I hear only the irregular staccato cadence of water falling from eaves, boughs, and leaves, rain tapping on the kitchen skylight, and a murmur that one might…

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A Heart Open to the World: Finding Beauty

The autumn morning shimmers bright and blue, warm enough that I don’t need the light jacket or linen scarf that I set out with. Seated on an old wooden bench, its contours and surface worn grey from years of exposure to the coastal elements, I am a creature contentedly bathing in sunlight and an ocean…

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The Wild Soul Songstress: Daring to Be Yourself

Authenticity seems to be the word of the moment. I’ve been writing about authenticity for quite awhile, of course; it rests at the heart of The Bones and Breath, and it’s woven throughout these Soul Artist Journal posts. Yet it seems to be surfacing all around me lately, as if I’m sitting in a tiny…

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The Work That Endures: In Praise of Artisans

In the early morning of dawn, I’m sitting with my tea. Seated by the window, I hear the birds outside begin to twitter but the house is still silent, the dogs tucked under their blanket and curled up asleep on the sofa. In my usual style I am welcoming the new day quietly with a…

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Embracing Darkness, Tending the Soul

I’m standing outdoors in the dark. Darkness, in our manmade world of near-constant electrical illumination, is relative. Still, it is night time and I am outside my house in a realm of shadows, standing quietly with bare feet in the grass, gazing up at a handful of glittering diamonds flung across a wide stretch of…

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