“When I saw what everyone had created, I expected to see grief. All I saw was beauty.”

The video is live!

“As time goes by, these pieces of my grief become mementos of fragile beauty.”

A poem written for friends after they spoke of the ongoing impact of deaths close to them. Their hearts and spiritual lives have been so changed.

The invitation of a single gold dot.

The new owners of the Ukraine Tabiji Eggshell!

A poem, reflecting on the Monterey Park mass shooting.

Because art can speak our grief when we wander in wordless places of sorrow.

How have the recent mass shootings affected you? Whatever you are feeling or not feeling, be kind to yourself. Go slow. Maybe even slower, till the skies are clear enough for us to see where we are and make our way forward safely together.

Tabiji goes to Prague!

A poem written for the collector of the Hope: Advent Tabiji Eggshell.

What’s waiting for you to notice it?

How a single red leaf undid me.

Blessing you into 2023 with curiosity and the joy of exploring all that can be, and good company on the adventure!

The Tabiji Eggshells speak of the times we can’t even find all the shattered pieces of our lives and wonder if there will ever be repair. They offer hope and beauty right in the middle of all we do not know.

A poem and a cape made of light

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!”