Fragile containers of the Holy are we (a poem).

Its dynamic movement arcs toward hope, inviting us to welcome what is, and to dream of all that can be.

“I Am Charcoal”, a poem inspired by loss, love, how tree charcoal is made, and what it’s like to draw with charcoal itself.

“It felt really messy at the beginning and during but when I look back at it, it doesn’t look so messy – I like it! It looks the way it's supposed to and you don't really know that til you're on the other side of the mountain. I'm embracing the messy!”

Joy is the astonishing grace of receiving something good we had no hand in creating or controlling.

When life feels like one long night, we can also be most acutely aware of the presence of Peace in that place.

Entertaining complete curiosity about what’s possible.

It is into our darkness that Hope comes, stretching itself out over our emptiness, covering us, bracing and embracing us.

Marian and I are famous! ;D

The holidays can be rough to navigate, especially if grief and loss have been part of your journey, no matter if that loss happened a long time ago or just the other day.

The Light Scarf prototype story

God meets us in our seasons of night.

One day, while breaking five eggs for a cake, my eyes lingered along the random edges of the broken shells on the kitchen counter.

Art listens to our hearts - and invites us to listen there too.

The Instagram Mystery

Sabbaticals are that block of time when the usual rhythms of life are suspended. In that space, all directions are possible. This client marked her sabbatical with a combination of coaching and the Tabiji eggshell process.

50 days of art, performance, music, poetry and video created by AAPI voices.

Honored for my work, “Sing Us Home”, to be included in Motif Magazine.

It wasn’t enough to write the blessing. I wanted to SEE it too, beyond the words.

Transform shoes into a playful symbol for how you would like to walk in this new year!