Casi luz de luna. Almost moonlight, in Oaxaca, this evening.
New on Substack this morning About a City Not Mine
The official day 1 of Image Transfers & Transformation, a collaboration with @leighannalight in Oaxaca, Mexico. And how appropriate are my findings yesterday on her streets? Her talking walls? This city is overtly political, and I love that. No
My nervous system is wired for abandonment, but my soul is wired for devotion. That’s the inner war. -Amy Steinhauser @unburied_eulogies
Many homes are beckoning and I’m on my way to the one that goes with me today.
On my way this morning, to somewhere else, far from this tormented place. For a couple short weeks I might be safe from bubbling over. A privilege I am aware of. #mixedmediaartretreat #mixedmedia #artretreat #oaxaca #oaxacatravel
‘I know what this is, this careful arranging While everything collapses. This is how we survive. And also how we disappear.’ -Alessandra Olanow @aolanow
“Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” -James Baldwin
I NEED POETRY.. New on Substack this morning. 🤎🤍🤎
I came across this first picture last night. Of a woman. Mother. Mine. Stylin’. Washing dishes in a stream. She happened to be the quietest rebel I’ve ever known. But no one figured it out in her lifetime, or beyond. They said she was
‘For too long, those fluent in the good grammar of civility have deployed decorum to mask agendas of cruelty’. - Zohran Mamdani
Round bowls. Giant, hiding, inside colorful backgrounds. Concealed in square spaces. Oblivious feasts. Like giant elephants in rooms. Looking to escape definition, avoid being talked about, danced around. Refuse to return to visibility.
*N E W* 2022 was the last time we, my comadre Rebecca @rebecca_brooks_art and I, gathered in the pines of Arizona to bring you our yearly retreat. Year after year before that she took me to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. We are beyond elated! We m
I love to ‘tetreat’ in Taos! Oh this enchanting place. Nature, architecture, people, and feel. And this retreat specifically at the Mabel Dodge Luhan House. (The food 😳) I’ve been teaching in Taos for many years and keep coming ba
She, 2025, was so raw. So wounding. All of humanity was felt in one collective gut, like in no other year in my lifetime, in loud pounding heartbeats and cries across the various lands. There are billions of people, all are our ‘True Loves&rs
Today is exactly a year since I started writing on Substack, a post each Wednesday. It’s challenging me beyond description and brings me so much joy and growth. Thank you for those of you who visit and participate so generously and lovingly. It
Good company in the center.
Almost 2026 and I will try not to wait for external invitations to live in the fullness of my human experiences. In the full capacity of my breaths. Of my heart to love fully and wholeheartedly. To enjoy the places where I am at, the times I am in, t
Gifts of comfort and discomfort. Care manifestos.
An earthy mother’s luck with a heavenly daughter. Holding space for one another, perpetually. Holding things. Holding on. Holding back, holding in, holding strong, together, then, giving in, giving away what can be given, and keeping the rest