A peaceful grieving and a calm embrace.
From My Substack piece this week, ‘Adjusted to Beauty Every step of the way… “…and in the process of art making I often say: To execute a plan is to execute creativity. To support this idea I also remember this from Chuang
Amor, fica comigo Love, stay with me Still speaking of tenderness between us all, here in Porto, Portugal.
The way in which she ‘cares’ or doesn’t is not open for negotiation, interpretation, dissection, or evaluation. Nor for discussion. It’s ‘known’ only to her, deeply. To no other. It’s ancient and untr
Stitch by stitch we create our messes. Hands, one nearly open and one nearly clenched. Lines crossing frantically. At times we rest our needles. Mess by me and mess by @alexcastroferreira7770
One of the two loves of my life. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers of all kinds.
Sweet Darkness David Whyte ‘When your eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone, no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you ar
On Substack this week, “I Used To Be a Diplomat”… A poem of sorts. From it: “Yes, I used to be a diplomat, working on behalf of my hunger… Yes, I used to be a crafty ambassador. A representative to a foreign body, m
‘In the end, everyone is aware of this: Nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.’ -Pablo Neruda
Porto, Portugal Not waiting for external invitations to live in the fullness of the human experiences we are offered. In the full capacity of our breaths. To love wholeheartedly, fiercely, truthfully. The places where we’re at, the times we&rs
It’s her birthday today. It’s the first time I’ve ever been away from her on her birthday. A while ago she encouraged me to get this pair of earrings at a Portland’s local vintage store. Earrings I finally have the guts to w
Harvest of a day. Labor of love by participants. Porto, Portugal. “To love or to have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.” -Victor Hugo
It’s titled Sweet & Tender Little Things, this workshop here in Porto, and it refers to the little books we are making. Nests of gatherings to hold intimately in the palms of our hands. And in a deeper dive to what Tenderness might mean f
Everyone’s hurtttting… Porto, Portugal.
Out of the comfy box and into a start of a traveling day, to Porto, Portugal.
Power outages and innages.
And it also hurts that being authentic or not, ultimately, for people, here, and in faraway lands, might not matter at all after all, that it would be more about staying here on earth or not.