Cancer: tightrope, time bomb, or agent of freedom?

There is a tightrope walked by folks after a cancering diagnosis. On one end of the rope is the diagnosis, on the other is death.  A diagnosis changes your perception of how long that rope might be. Whereas prior to diagnosis most folks imagine themselves living to a ripe old age while dandling smiling great grand babies on…

Red Tent Project

This is a page about a project I have been working on in my studio to celebrate the divine feminine in my life. Here is a story of the Maiden, Mother and Crone I once entered a dark realm where I looked death in the face. I was stripped of everything that I thought made…

Ten tips to free yourself of the Clutter Catch 22

Sometimes it feels like forces in this world are actively working against inner peace and joy.  Our modern world inflicts too much chaos and overwhelm upon us. Let’s face it our lives are inundated with mayhem not of our own making, which may lead to us creating mayhem of our own making. Of the  modern afflictions…

Tornadoes and other Motivations

Growing up there were tornados, and there was the Cold War. Constant threat of catastrophic death in one form or another. I lived in a sleepy farming community and did not fear random acts of violence – unless you consider farm accidents, single car crashes and hunting fatalities as random acts of violence. Once during…

A.C.K. Goes to Kamp!

Yup. I’m going to Kamp! I mean camp. I leave Saturday for five days to Whidbey Island in the Puget Sound. I am taking a class about natural dyes and botanical printing on cloth from Israeli artist Iris Dulman. Last week at this time I knew nothing of my impending departure. Last Wednesday on a…

Invaders! Scotch Broom & Hadrian’s Wall

Originally posted on Dream Bird Studio:
Scotch Broom along the Columbia Some plants get a bad rap. For instance, Scotch Broom, Cytisus scoparius, has a terrible reputation in these parts.  There is an ongoing concerted effort to rid the wild spaces of the Northwest of it, including in my neighborhood. But I have to say I…

Cha-Cha-Cha Changes

Have you ever come across a missive from an earlier version of yourself? A note or writing or creative project long forgotten that upon discovery doesn’t inspire any rekindling of memory? It seems like a small miracle- finding such a small snippet. As if the younger smarter me had it all figured out, and left…

The Cosmic Super Bowl

Part One: What if we are all Worthy? What if we make an assumption that we are all part of an elite team of souls who are here to help each other and the Earth to transform to the next most wonderous stage? What if every person and situation you come across is delivering a…

Mama Day

Let me just say that it is a a huge privilege to be Mama to such awesome boys as the ones who showed up in my womb.  Wanting babies was something that came to me early.  As luck would have it, while still pretty young I shacked up with a great guy who was interested in being a…

This is where it all starts, just come as you are.

The wheel of the year goes round and round, round and round…  Looking out at the emerging leaves and watching the song birds gather bits and pieces for their nests it is with some amazement that I have to realize that it is already May.  Spring always seems like it ought to be the beginning…

Even Unicorns have bad days.

A week ago, April 28th, was the three year anniversary of my mastectomy. When I am feeling good that seems like the day I became a unicorn. In those times I am filled with the miracle of being granted the all clear pathology report and what feels like a new more sparkly cancer free future….

The long long road to order.

I have had my fair share of inner struggles with Stuff… I don’t know about you, but I have a pretty complex relationship with some of the stuff in my life. This seems to be an inherited condition shared by family members.  The animist ideas of Shinto, in which belongings have a spiritual force makes…