In which I bury the lede.
reflections
Word, Rock, Gift
On seasons and sacred space.
Float
Balances and turnings. A sunrise reflection from the right-now.
Backroads
Solo driving, not making art, and large, useful metaphors.
The Quest for Rest, and the Sympathetic Magic of Studying
An essay on creative practice, from my monthly column at NicoleDieker.com.
