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Our mission trip. Year three.
Year three on a mission trip with my 17-year-old daughter. And 24 other teens. And eight adults I have grown to know and love.
Three years ago, was our first mission trip to Freeport, Grand Bahamas. On the way to the airport early that morning, I cried. I was with a very angry 15-year-old and a bunch of people who knew each other other. I felt so vulnerable.
That was year one. It was amazing. We went back again. Read more →
Over coffee
Time gets away from me. And I have so much to share with you.
I want to tell you about the National Stationery Show and how good it felt to be there. To show up again.
And I want to share about Squam Art Workshops. About all the magic. And that each time I am there the magic is a little different, but what I need to see and feel at that moment.
Both of theses experiences need to be separate because they are so rich. So I will come b... Read more →
Naps save lives
The National Stationery Show is a little less than a month away and I have been in a sea of paper. And I love every second of it. Creating. Sewing. Designing. Thinking and then rethinking.
Lately, my creative process takes place on my kitchen table more than in my studio. I need to scan, print and play in photoshop and my cozy little studio has no technology except a coffee maker and a sewing machine. But it is stocked with every kind of paste, gel, stamp and paint you can think of. So I have been ma... Read more →
My one little words
A cold January and February. Me, inside, warm and busy, creating and shipping out lots of One Little Words. These are words that people make part of their day and year. I script them out of salvaged material. And they become visible.
I am grateful to be a part of Ali Edwards' powerful One Little Word movement.
I pause as every salvaged word is created and packaged with love. I think about each person and why they picke... Read more →
Talking in my sleep
This past week I had some things to do that were hard for me. So I did them. And I will do them again.
But here is what I want to tell you.
The day before the hard stuff, I made time for yoga. And for church. I stocked my house with food. I took a warm bath. I was calm and quiet.
The night before, I picked my clothes out. And then I fell asleep easily and deeply. I did wake up a few times in the night and I heard a voice softly say "you so have this."
And it said it over and over a... Read more →