It’s very easy and sometimes preferred to pretend that we’re brave and fearless, especially in an instagrammable world that values perfect squares of perfect lives. There are no squares big enough to encompass this experience, this pain, this journey, this fear. I had the messy job of confronting my fear. Confront, not conquer. I had to show up *while* being afraid.
At the end of every school year, there is a twinge of bittersweet joy that rises up in my heart. Through my work as an artist-educator, I have the privilege and honour to witness students explore the creative process and share their artistic projects and ideas. This year, I encouraged students to exploreContinue reading “Questions for Ancestors”
When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere. -D. H. Lawrence Earlier this week, I had to say goodbye to my childhood home. We packed boxes of precious books, piled our car with pillows, wrapped heirlooms and crystals, and left some things behind– including our lovely garden. It’s been difficultContinue reading “Letting Go in June”