Six Weeks of Going Slow
I had big plans six weeks ago when we were ordered to shelter in place….
journaling
A Bagel in Reno
I’m sitting at the pristine succulent-lined café bar, the city on pause outside, filtered out by clean air and soft music. An elevator ride away and I’ll be in a smoky lobby, surrounded by bells and sirens, the sounds of celebration drowning out the silence of despair.
Letter from my 8-year-old self
In my journey through the Artist’s Way, this week’s assignment was to mentally time travel to when I was 8, and remember what life was like for me back then. So here’s what I remember.