Category Archives: my studio notes

there are days, sometimes weeks, even months . . .
i just feel tired.

sad, old, a bit used up.
off my rhythm.

i don’t eat well or exercise enough,
my health is compromised,
my hair lacks luster.

and there are no new ideas.

start climbing the ladder,
beginning the painful journey.

the bottom rungs.

disillusioned.
deflated.
despairing.
defeated.
depressed.
 
 
feeling less uncomfortable,
with each step up.

the middle rungs.

disappointed.
doubtful.
discombobulated.
defiant.
discriminating.
 
 
closer to the trees, to the clouds, to the sun.

subject: my second annual essence7 wellness semi-solo retreat
location: olympic national park
accommodations: little house in forks, washington
amenities: waterfalls, beaches, mountains, rainforest

my second annual retreat ended on wednesday.
i spent both time alone and time with two members of my family during the five days.

 
 
we may not realize the full impact
that we have on another person.

sometimes our influence is
silent, quiet.
an unassuming quick boost over a figurative wall.

maybe an innocent kind glance as a brief hello,
that represents openness,
desperately needed by someone closed in by grief or loneliness.

monday was my birthday.
and i have to admit . . .
it was somewhat startling to think about how many years i’ve lived.

for you see, i’ve reached an age that never seemed possible.
an age i remember my parents being not so very long ago.