26 March 2020
My grandmothers. Two women from completely different worlds, cultures, backgrounds, across a vast socioeconomic divide, brought together at the end of their lives, because my parents loved each other, and loved them.
From Miz Pearl I learned about survival, food preservation, foraging, mending, how to find and create beauty even on the darkest days, and the power of prayer, especially when it’s sung. From Miz Ann I learned about the joy to be found in making things with your hands, the value of being a smartass, the pervasive connection of laughter, which fork to use 🙂 and how even the brashest and most self-regarding among us can learn the power of gratitude and humility.
Fierce women, strong women, wise women, loving women, despite the brokenness life dealt both of them. When they lived together, sharing the same room in my parents’ house, in the twilight of their lives, they became unlikely friends and sisters. ‘Cause that’s what Love does.
Make art about what you’ve learned from elders, about the gifts they bring to our lives.
13 August 2019
My brother Bill was the best uncle, always there, always loving. My kids were so blessed to have him, and we all miss him so much, but that Love he showed them continues, especially when it comes to our GrandPerson.
Make art about uncles, about why uncles matter.
16 June 2019
My dad was one of the funniest, gentlest souls to ever walk the planet. I wish my youngest son had had more time with him.
Make art about grandfathers.
12 May 2019
Make art about the procession of women, about women ancestors, about the shoulders we stand on.
3 February 2018
Make art about visiting family.
4 February 2018
Make art about driving in the rain.
5 February 2018
Sometimes, limitations can inspire and surprise.
Write a poem limited to six lines, or a story of no more than six sentences.
24 January 2018
“Dogs are minor angels.” – Jonathan Carroll
Mine sure watch over me, and I’m so grateful.
Make art about a four-legged angel.
10 December 2017
Some people you meet are just GOOD, to the core, the real-by-gawd goodness shimmering from them like light. Mike Hamer, my office mate in my first teaching job at East Carolina University, was one of those people, good, smart, kind, funny, gentle, authentic, loving, decent to the core.
Rest in Peace, Mike. Travel safely and sweetly. This world will miss you sorely, but I can already hear the heavenly music from here.
Make art about someone whose goodness emanates, shines, in everything they do. Pay tribute to them while they’re still walking here with us.
30 July 2017
Was asked by another young person to teach him about cooking and food preservation. Blows up my heart to pass the old wisdom on ❤
Make art about preserving and teaching old wisdom.
31 July 2017
Woke up hearing music this morning, a tenor singing down the hall, song woven through the fabric of my waking air
Make art about who you hear singing in the distance.