I’ve been moving a lot of firewood lately. Getting out of my mind and into my body. Forcing myself to stop and think. Or perhaps not stop and not think. My work day hours are filled with frenetic multitasking. Finishing a commission. Filling an order. Helping family and friends. Not thinking about the things that are hard to think about.continue Reading
For the past six years, Alan and I have had a recurring conversation that goes something like this:
Alan: Gah, this week is so long. It feels like it should be Thursday already.
Me: It isn’t?
No, it’s not Thursday. I said it feels like Thursday.
What day do you think it is?
<awkward pause> Weedddnnnessssday? (I say it slow as I try to read his body language)
Tuesday..? I guess again.
Inspiration for this post goes to my daughter~
Sam has taught me many things in life, from how to persist for 20+ years at something I have no idea how to do (being a parent) to the magic of yoga pants (All the warmth of a sweater! All the comfort of not wearing pants!).continue reading
This one is dedicated to those of you suddenly and unexpectedly working from home. Alan is doing this for the first extended period of time. Right now there are four loaves of sourdough in the oven and 350 pounds of honey waiting to be extracted on the table. In other words, a pretty normal day. Except that he periodically feels the need to herd me like a managerial border collie. Last night he blurted out “We can work on your vision statement!” before slowly adding, “…if you want to”.continue reading
There is something about bread that feeds the soul and the stomach. It is one of the most basic foods, made with the simplest of ingredients: flour, water, salt, and time. And yet it comforts us in a deeply fundamental way. It represents a connection to the earth and to each other. As we watch our normal channels of connection rapidly sever, is it any wonder we’ve cleared the flour shelves bare?continue reading
Make something meaningful.
I wrote those words over a year ago. Then, thousands of others. Eventually they all shuffled together to become a book. A passion project. 178 pages more or less on a subject I knew most in the world. Those words became my creative north star, and eventually its title. I was about to take the final steps. Edits. Illustrations. A purchased domain. Just about to push the button. And then the world went haywire.