What has 8 years given me? Clarity Humility Healing Forgiveness Freedom These ring true, but what if I’m asking the wrong question? What have I given 8 years? Shame Judgement Trauma Failure Fear Lacking a true measurement of how much I have released into the past 8 years doesn’t change my certainty that the past 8 years were never filled to the brim. A paradoxical tilt allows 8 to become infinite. The vessel of these 8 years could hold whatever I had to give and more.
To marry the most primal part of yourself to modern culture as part of the through line of humanity To act so deliberately, knowing that the outcomes are completely outside of your control To manage monotony while simultaneously influencing in unfathomable ways To shape and mold one whose final form is beyond your ability to fully know To inevitably do harm while endeavoring to do good To repeatedly gain insight after the fact
While the culinary arts are generally lost on me, I hold with reverence the power of family recipes and the homecooked traditions that include storytelling as a key ingredient. It is no small thing for one person to welcome another into their history with the hope that a treasured meal…
Loosening the Grip
How is a dysfunctional need to put order to chaos born? The five year old latchkey kid knows. Meticulously arranging toys in a bed to create a secure place to rest. Weaving physical patterns into the day’s tapestry so it looks how you design. Navigating a domestic landscape that is…
Throughout my life, when people ask, “If you could do anything, what would you do?” I often reply: “I would perform in a Broadway musical.” This has always been a dream of mine with no connection to reality. I don’t sing or dance well. I just enjoy musical theater and…