Wind, waves, the repetition of trees, inhaling - exhaling. All of life is pattern and rhythm. I have found myself since September in a place where studio time is like the white crow or the volunteer Chestnut tree in an ornamental garden. It is rare and it breaks the expectation of the pattern, but it is still a part of the larger design. Right now I am practicing gratitude for the abundance of other satisfying work that I have. My sporadic blog posts reflect this place of plenty and honor my intention to not force my relationship to my practice to remain fixed. It will change as it always has, as I do, while simultaneously remaining constant and deeply a part of my purest self.
