The mark of a beginning.
Writing longer essays and blog posts used to feel like a more natural thing – before the days of sentence fragments, quick captions under imagery, and endless minutes of scrollable video content. Stepping back into this practice now feels both intimidating and nourishing, a welcomed remembering.
I created this website years ago as a safe space for myself and inspiration to exist and while it’s held different purposes and revisions over the years it feels like where I am supposed to be again. Now, in 2023, I desire to build myself a little digital altar here. A space for my personal devotions away from the instant gratification and algorithms of crowded social media platforms.
This page will serve as a landing place for those who find my work and feel called to explore more of what I have to offer or grow a better understanding of who I am before working with me or hanging my energetic artwork in their homes. This is a place for art and words, emotion and expression, a slower source of inspiration, somewhere to honor and nourish the beauty of this life that we are here together living. My fingers on the keyboard are already finding their way again.
“Magic, Meaning, Motherhood, and the Muse” has been my tagline for awhile without much context beyond it. I love alliteration and these M’s also feel like a fair way to define what feels important to me. There are clear differences in some categories and also a lot of overlapping.
Magic – taking the time to witness what is truly happening around us, caterpillars turning into butterflies and then a 4th generation only making a cross-country journey back home, seasons shifting with time regardless of what is happening with humanity, a seed growing roots, flowers blooming in the sun, human intuition, dreams, nostalgia, deja-vu… I could go on forever here and I fully intend to.
Meaning – the pieces of this existence that make it feel worth living, the parts that feel connected to time and also beyond it, human rights and environmental protection, cycles of life and death, creation and destruction, poetry that makes us feel less alone, art, music, self-expression, home.
Motherhood– this one feels obvious, while also of course carrying endless amounts of both of the above. There is magic in motherhood, there is meaning, and there is the a long list of undefinable things. My relationship with parenting will, I’m certain, now always be the most meaningful to me. Sharing this world with a human who grew in my womb and will someday explore on his own without me, isn’t something that can truly be compared to any other feeling.
The Muse – the source and overflowing well of inspiration, a higher power perhaps to whom I live in deep devotion to, whether an energy or a knowing there is no denying the whisper that is always there when we are open and listening.
And here we are, all these years later where it would feel easy to say it’s “too late” and also, the first day of all the days I have left in this body. I’m incredibly grateful to be here today, trying, and looking forward to watering this seed.