I’m a Frito Bandito… Just had to write that. I’m dating myself! I needed to write to CONNECT. I miss our conversations and yet I feel our connection, us creative thinking heart women webbed around the world, opening and closing with the tide of life. I’M STILL ALIVE and I’m actually, well, great. And good. [...]

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I didn’t know this but on September 2007 when I declared a nine-month retreat–sabbatical, what I was really declaring was, “Where do I go when now that I’ve gotten to the end of my dreams?” At the time, my dreams seemed fine, thank you very much, but as I moved into less and less doing, [...]

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I’m wondering and thinking and experimenting with this idea of desire as separate from mood. It continues to excite and free me… and then that niggely nasty word should comes creeping in the door… and confuses me a tad… I should make this retreat deeper and richer. I should be meditating more, asking for guidance [...]

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I took yesterday off from writing and I was rather miserable. I could not make art. I felt fat and bloated and didn’t even go to yoga! I didn’t want to read, I didn’t want to garden, I did not want to eat green eggs and ham, Sam I am. I was a dry, scratchy [...]

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