Are the horses calling you?

Are the horses calling you?

On a misty morning, she appeared at my round pen. Her heart was heavy and her soul tattooed with patterns she knew were no longer random. Her wonder had lead her here —  her desire to gain mastery over the things she could control and a need to respond with grace...
The metaphor for you life.

The metaphor for you life.

No. No. No. The cold seeps in through all the cracks, freezing my capacity to think, to move, to act. A blanket would help I think, block out what the supersaturation of the chill. But then am I just covering up the inevitable? The cold is diligent in finding a way to...
Is acceptance in your toolbox?

Is acceptance in your toolbox?

Is acceptance in your toolbox? Creativity is my way of life. I look to it for everything. It is my support system, my problem solver, my soul’s exhale, and my peace. But there are times, creativity feels so far away. Like a dream on a sleepless night. I search...
Do you need a shot of spiritual Gatorade?

Do you need a shot of spiritual Gatorade?

I am a gamer. And in my game life we use the term “sweaty” for the serious players. As a geek, this is my sport. I play on a team with 11 other people. And we are very serious. We are among the top one to two hundred players in the entire, very popular, game played by...
How do you interact with challenge?

How do you interact with challenge?

I don’t sew and the reason I tell myself I don’t sew is because I can never get my finished project to look like it does in my head. The edges of the material never seem to come together the way I promised myself they would and that leaves me frustrated. This means I...