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Unspoken Loss
I remember the day well. It began with the smell of worms. I’m not actually sure if worms have a smell, but my 7-year-old mind was convinced they did. I suspect the fact that boys were gleefully harvesting their sickly pinkish-brown bodies and slinging them at us girls had something to do with that association.…
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Agree to Explore
Writing is a slow and arduous endeavor. I recently told a friend the only reason I do it is because writing gives me the time to explore and better understand the many facets of an idea. A white sheet of paper demands a lot of you, and it will prove to either be your tormentor…
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Rendezvous with the Soul
“Art is a spiritual transaction.” I had owned a gallery and custom frame studio for five years before Julia Cameron’s words tripped into my awareness, but they instantly rang true. Over the years, I had witnessed this wisdom play out repeatedly. Someone would walk into the gallery with no intention to purchase. And rather magically,…
