18 March 2020
Nourish the body. Feed the soul.
Thinking on all the things that fed me these last few days. Yes, the meals shared with my son, but also my brother-man Eric in West Virginia, with his guitar, serenading the world with an Irish song, the silly memes my sister Adaire and I sent back and forth to each other, my young alum Katlyn and her friend selflessly working to collect donations for families and kids in need in quarantine, my current students excitedly discussing their short stories and poems in our online class, my friend Brigid writing a new comic who shared the pages with me, the sound of my friend Lynne’s laughter through the phone, my old dog sleeping on his purple pillow, my silly cat Moco biting my elbow because I was ignoring him, the humming of the bees across the burgeoning green in my yard, the multitude of good people out there doing good work teaching, sharing, cooking, donating–coping, all of them, in beautiful, humane, and community-minded ways.
So much, in the midst of this fear, to feed the soul.
Make art about one thing recently that fed your soul.
19 December 2017
Dreamt my sweet daddy last night, and man, did we laugh! My daddy could find the funny in anything, and I mean anything, sometimes to the point that Mama’d swat him on the arm and scold, “Hugh! Stop it!”
He often laughed to the point of tears, his capacity for joy and laughter ‘gettin away with him,’ as we say in the South, and more than once, we kids found ourselves laughing to tears right along with him.
What a gift that was, his humor, teaching us the freedom and power of laughter, of seeing the funny in whatever we found around us, that teaching us to laugh, especially at ourselves.
Make art about someone with that capacity for humor, about laughing, about the power of laughter.
11 December 2017
“Sometimes, your relentless optimism makes me tired.” 🙂 my brother Bill
Make art about why that glass is half full.
5 July 2017
My new kitten, Moco, is racing around my little house like it’s the great wide open, galloping, spinning, leaping, the sheer joy in the race itself.
Make art about running, running wild, the free, unfettered, primal leap and race.
14 June 2017
Make art about ways of finding (re-finding) your joy.
15 June 2017
Make art about taking a risk on Love.
17 May 2017
I hate grocery shopping. But today while grudging my way through it, I ran into a retired colleague whom I adore and haven’t seen in a while. He made me laugh, like always. And I laughed through the rest of the shopping.
Make art about something good arising from something you usually dread.
18 May 2017
Dreamt I was lighting candles, thousands and thousands of candles, as far as I could see.
Make art about the power small lights.
14 April 2017
Make art about service, about how the self is found in service to others.
The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished. -Ming-Dao Deng
I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining 🙂
It won’t be long til happiness steps up to greet me ❤ Hope it’s finding you too, wherever you are ❤