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circles

  December Reflections day 4: circles Today was the first snow of the season. As soon as I opened my eyes this morning, I knew it had snowed. The quality of the light filtering through snow-covered skylights gives my bedroom as womb-like feel, cozy and hushed.  I wrote many times last winter and the winter before about my struggles to maintain any sense of cheerfulness and energy during the later winter months. That's the association with winter that stays in my mind throughout spring, summer, and fall. So I forget how much I actually love the first snow- how...

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thoughts, in no particular order

It's been a very long time since I've written a real blog post, one in which I share more than a few words, a bit of poetry, or a new painting.  I’m in the midst of giving birth to a realization that has been slow to form, but here it is: I cannot be more in the world unless I begin being more of myself in the world. Thus far, I’ve held back from sharing my whole self, my authentic self, thinking that I could just get by with sharing parts of myself, carefully controlled and...

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what makes me happy today

I had an idea for a longer post about a new discovery about myself that I've made, but I think that will have to wait for tomorrow (and hopefully it will actually happen tomorrow. I was just looking in my drafts folder and I have blog posts from ages ago that I never tidied up enough to actually post. And the original bubbles of excitement that prompted the posts have all dissipated by now, so they will probably never see the light of day.) And on that cheery note, here is what makes me happy...

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what makes me happy today

I'm back in my studio today for the first time in a few weeks, playing with paint. Lately I've been incorporating some handwriting into the first few layers of my paintings- I like the way it brings a little of my daily journaling practice into my painting practice. Something that's been on my mind and in my heart over the last month is seeking more connectedness with others, letting myself be seen, opening my heart- essentially being REAL. As I was writing on my painting, I was overcome by a sense of connection with, and immense love...

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a Kansas City love-bombing, micro-poetry adventure

So, this is what I've been doing the last few days with my best friend and general co-conspirator, M. We hatched an idea for a spreading love and joy and beauty (aka what I'm now calling *love-bombing*) by leaving micro-poetry fortune cookies in public places for people to find. We chose Kansas City as our first city to love-bomb, why? Because we LOVE Kansas City (and, also, my fabulous cousin happens to be getting married here this weekend.) Using prints of my paintings for the paper to make the cookies and lines of poetry I've written, (M....

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what self-care looked like this weekend

[caption id="attachment_1072" align="alignnone" width="600"] a bicycle ride along the Iowa River[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1073" align="alignnone" width="600"] For the last several years, it has been my intention to re-read To Kill a Mockingbird but with so many new books always vying for my attention, I never managed to get to it. Last January, I promised myself that I would read it before the year was out. I finally picked it up today.[/caption] Hoping you have found some time for self-care this weekend too, in all its varied and glorious forms. ~angela...

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scenes from last week

I spent the last five days in North Carolina, at Alena Hennessy's Soul Painting retreat. It was a transformative experience that does not lend itself to words, as I am discovering since returning home. I have never had an experience of such soulful connection with a group of women in my life and it was profoundly healing. My heart is full. So much beauty, so much love, which in the end all came together in the painting I did. [caption id="attachment_1045" align="alignnone" width="600"] a view of the Blue Ridge mountains.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_1048" align="alignnone" width="600"] Day one of painting. Sinking in...

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