
07/28/2025
For 5 years, I have woken up every morning, walked to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and came back into my bedroom and sat at this little table. It has become a ritual born out of challenging circumstances that turned into a profound gift of space, quiet, and freedom to create, feel, ponder, learn, grow, go deep and heal.
Often anxiety swirls inside of me when I am here…what should I do? What’s going to happen? Thoughts about hurrying up and worrying about not doing things right. I imagine you know the kind.
And there have also been countless creative ideas that came to life at this little table…poems, art pieces, classes, conversations. Things that lived in the ethers that I brought into being in some kind of physical form.
There have been immeasurable emotions that have moved through me here too…about the past, about the present, about the possible future.
I have read and read and read some more. So many books and articles have entered my mind at this table, changing me.
I have taken classes and watched documentaries and had conversations with friends around the world, all right here too.
And most precious of all, I have made art with my niece here, playing, laughing, and creating together.
It’s amazing what a small corner of a room can become. It has taken effort, dedication, determination, gumption, and courage to sit here everyday with myself and make decisions and feel feelings and choose to express what is inside and try new things. And I am so grateful for all of it. 🩷