The totality of life experiences threw a rave, and I was invited to watch.
How Tender and Precarious
Beans
I didn't grow up eating beans. Well, canned green beans were presented on a plate, overcooked and gray. Unseasoned lima beans, pasty in color and consistency, were thrust upon us every couple of weeks. Canned peas, which I could barely tolerate. But not garbanzo beans, or black eyed peas, or black beans, small red kidney... Continue Reading →
Today Is Ours
Turn to each other again and again.
Empathy and Compassion
Don't you hate it when people judge you without knowing the facts? Don't do that to other people!
How I’ve Missed You
. . . my practice connects me to the visceral nature of playing an instrument, the raw thrumming vibration that courses through your body when you put your hands on the keys.
Meg Currell 