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a photo-music-poem collaboration with Gaute Lorentsen and Enoch Leung, inspired by the images of the Nordic landscape, the concept of naming a place as your home and the bold risk it is to claim a piece of earth as one’s own
I cannot recall a single word he spoke, but I
remember the clouds in the window at the top of the chapel;
how they, like great masses of gladness, leapt
from one joy to another, shape shifting
a poem after C.S. Lewis’ book, The Last Battle
…O, how I want
to find you in the middle of everything…
a poem for Ash Wednesday, which occurred this last week, and marks the beginning of Lent, the forty days of fasting before the celebration of Easter, in which we remember, mourn, consider, draw in, and draw near
I am a child of the maker.
I am an artist, like my maker is.
I am the home of the Spirit, the mystery that lives inside of me that I wish I could figure out.
I am a daughter of a brave woman and a driven
(the last!) collection of haikus from my December notebook