Midsummer’s eve post

It is 7:53 pm. I just walked outside into 103 degrees. But more than that, it is deafening out there. You, over there, with your sea breezes and lapping waves–and all you can hear is that lulling. And you, there by the creek, the sound of light rain on all those leafy trees. You outside looking up at the evening sky and hearing…not much. Well, you should come here to experience this Phoenix-in-July thing–Phoenix when everyone leaves but the cicadas. read more

Annual Social Media Fast

There is a never-doneness to my work. That is why I am so happy to take the summer off and be with my family. I mean, of course, I will still work. I will reply to emails and I’m excited to paint. But, the unendingness of it all–the constant feeling that I am behind–that the virtual stack of papers is growing instead of shrinking–that is already behind me. read more

Summer update

Hello!

Happy summer! Maybe because I was an August baby, I just love, love, love summertime. I love swimming and playing and the way time slows to a crawl in the summer–slow, nectar–dripping time.

Summer usually means I get the sheer privilege of fewer deadlines and emails so I can just surrender to my children and family–to just BE with them. Just be. To feel the exotic bliss of boredom…for my kids and me. Real-live, honest-to-goodness boredom. To just make dinner and organize the house and live really simply–eating watermelon, doing puzzles and seeing movies. After reading The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up this winter, I plan to get very Marie Kondo with my house and my life this summer. (And I’m already very Marie Kondo.) read more

a drop of black | how colors change with our life

I just found this post from a year ago. It never got published and so I’m sending it out today. A little intuitive color theory from a personal place:

I have always thought it was that grown-ups were afraid of color…that we lose our way over the course of life and end up in the mire of putty, taupe, grey and beige because we become afraid of expressing ourselves and our feelings through color. I owned a business for over 15 years in which I helped people choose shades of taupe, raw sienna and murky purple for their walls and I painted them to look old and soft. I also painted murals. And have since lectured on color theory many times and even cited this putty-taupe-grey business as a sad affair that afflicts grown-ups but never children. Children know exactly which colors they love and they are almost always bright. But tonight, I have absolutely changed my thoughts on this in a shocking realization: read more

Tuning in for the New Year

This is the second in a series of posts this week leading up to teaching you to make Vision Boards and other activities on New Year’s Day.

First we have to tune in–to slow down–to listen. If your life is anything like mine it is noisy even when it is quiet. I have young children and there is a wonderful constantness to this part of life. Even if I am not particularly busy, the moments, hours and days are very full and constantly noisy. It is hard to listen to the urges from my heart when there is so much pulling me to distraction–even if it is good distraction. And so we have to carve out some time from the noise. read more