Love Everything

By on Aug 18, 2014 in art, collage, poetry, spirituality, writing

I’ve just posted a big group of new collages in my Etsy shop. I’ve made them available as prints in two sizes. These collages were made since moving back to Los Angeles but they contain pieces of the lives I’ve lived in other places before getting here.  They feel like a summation of something unspoken for me. They feel like the summation of something good, even though it hasn’t been easy getting here. This one contains a fragment of text from some writing I did in Santa Fe – a fictional love story that I was never able to bring to a satisfying conclusion. I’ve been thinking about love a lot, and the love story. Recently I saw The Fault in Our Stars, the movie adaptation of a book about the love story of a 16 year old cancer patient and a 17 year old amputee. I cried and cried while watching this movie. Not just because of the death bits but also...


By on Jan 24, 2014 in Authenticity, writing

We are revealed to ourselves – just as our characters are revealed to us – through our daily actions. When making my son’s breakfast, I try to focus simply on cracking the eggs, melting the butter, toasting the bread. It doesn’t get more elemental than that. As I drive down country roads taking Jacob to school, I remind myself to focus on the way the sunlight plays on the surface of a pond, the silhouettes of cows in a field. I’ve learned that it isn’t easy to witness what is actually happening. The eggs, the cows. But my days are made up of these moments. If I dismiss the ordinary – waiting for the special, the extreme, the extraordinary to happen – I may just miss my life.

Dani Shapiro, Still Writing: The Perils and Pleasures of a Creative Life

Bookmaking as Process

By on Oct 4, 2013 in books and publishing, callings, hope, poetry, recovery, spirituality, writing

Someone was reminding me recently how it’s about the process, that it’s all process. Last year I launched a Kickstarter project to self-produce a collection of poems and I don’t know why but every logical part of me thought this end of things would be a simple and straightforward process. For reasons that are not apparent to me, it has been anything but simple or easy. The plan I had turned out not to be the plan that the Universe or the Book-making Gods had in mind for me. In fact, I’m still in this process, and need to make more books. However, I have been, at last, able to produce the first twenty. My boyfriend said that one day, when I’m all done, whatever day that is, I’ll be able to tell people that my blood, sweat and tears went into these books. Two nights ago I was binding the books with needle and thread and poked myself really badly and...

Interview { The Novelist }

By on Aug 6, 2013 in callings, Interviews, writing

Kit Brewer Santa Fe, New Mexico What is your relationship to your authentic self? As far as I can tell, having a self is like swimming or walking. What would it mean to authentically walk? I’m more likely to imagine myself in terms of intention and virtue. Maybe that’s not as compelling as authenticity, but for me it’s more useful. It keeps me out of trouble and I get more done. On the other hand, there are some inner objects and states of being that I assess in terms of authenticity. Is this hunger real; is it authentic? Or am I just craving another bowl of ice cream? Was that person actually engaged with me, or was he reproducing an emotion not authentically his own? I once read a book of poems by Paul Auster. I couldn’t believe how bad they were (seemed to be) and kept asking myself, is he kidding or is this authentic? If these are genuinely works of literature, what experience am I...

An Act of Breaching

By on Jul 21, 2013 in art, callings, los angeles, writing

Yesterday we were driving through San Pedro, on the highway, past the shipping yards and all the shipping containers you could ever imagine, like driving through another world. The windows were open and it’d been hot all day but the sky was clouding over like it might rain. A big truck rolled by on my right, a swish of a color between a distressed sea foam green and robin’s egg blue. The color surprised me. I felt the air all around me and I turned my head to follow the color as it sped by. I thought: I’m so happy to be able to see what I’m seeing.  The joy of this color. Perceiving this is what it means to be alive. We got to where we were going and parked across the street from a mortuary. Friend was late so we got comfortable in the car, waiting for another 20 or 30 minutes. I sat in the back, door ajar, reading one of the books I’d gotten earlier that...

Interview { The Poet }

By on Jul 6, 2013 in callings, Interviews, poetry, recovery, spirituality, writing

Barbara Rockman Santa Fe, New Mexico http://stingandnest.wordpress.com/ Barbara’s collection of poems, “Sting and Nest,” won both the New Mexico Press Women’s 2012 Poetry Book Prize and the National Federation of Press Women 2012 Poetry Book Prize. She also received two Pushcart Prize nominations and was  selected to be an Associate Artist at a 2012 summer residency at Atlantic Center for the Arts. She teaches poetry workshops in Santa Fe, New Mexico.   What is your relationship to the authentic self? My ongoing quest is to reveal and embrace the authentic self. I wrestle with peeling the layers of defenses and doubt and long-held assumptions that can hide the truth of who I am and can be. In my writing this is an ongoing challenge. I want to be as odd and beautiful and tender and fierce and mysterious and original as I can. That is, to trust my voice, the...


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