Hi Sweet Birdies, I feel this quarantine time is challenging, stressful and also a time of immeasurable gift. It has allowed us to go deeper, to dream harder, and to see our mortality more clearly. Over the years, I’ve watched the universe rise up to meet the vision inside all of us, and I feel this moment in time right now has never been greater to become more clear of our purpose in our lives, our personal and unique quest in each of us. But like myself, you may be feeling lately that you’re spiritually, mentally and physically exhausted. We have been through so much this past year and a half and now cases are rising again. It has delayed my trip...
Dear Pop Pop, The reason you haven’t heard me in awhile is that I’ve come completely unmoored these past few weeks. You see, someone shot and killed ten people in a grocery store that we shopped at for years here in Boulder, Colorado. It was the kind of store that still had the western mechanical pony ride for a nickel next to the registers that Nathan, your great grandson grew up riding. You would have really liked Nathan, he reminds me of you, straight shooter, yet kind in his words and actions and always has time to talk to a stranger. So, I’ve been doing everything to keep my mind off this horrible event, as you can imagine. That’s when your letter fell...
Somewhere in the middle of my senior year in college while getting a business degree I think I was sleep walking through, I signed up for a little class that I saw as “recess”. I didn’t know it at the time, but it would change my life forever. It was a beginning jewelry making class. I signed up for it to fill an elective…little did I know it would fill my life. You see, this February marks my 33rd year as a full-time artist and business owner. The alchemy of the metals mesmerized me instantly and I was hooked. Sawing, heating, melting, filing and polishing into a piece that hopefully the wearer would cherish forever is STILL magic. I am very proud of having stuck to...
I have never had much faith in the internet as a means of social interaction. Until, of course, this year. When the world stopped back in March, like everyone, I was feeling like I was in a game of musical chairs and I was the last one standing But as the days wore on, I realized the power in art as prayer. That is my mission and my passion. That art and community heal. The Silver Savior, my Airstream and project to show the power that ART SAVES came alive, despite having to wait before I can head to your town. But you have all come on a journey with me, and for that I am so very grateful This year I have had the honor...
It’s been a minute since I’ve written you last because I’ve been sick. Sick and tired of politics in our country. The last straw was when I found myself arguing with a family member who I love and am close to about the “great divide”. We had to stop. We have to stop as a nation. Reset. No. one. Is. Listening. On either side. We all talk about coming to the table to hear each other and we even try, but to no avail. Sadly, I think the subject has simply become too heated to even listen to each other. And it’s been going on for four years plus. Just like two little toddlers fighting over a treasured toy and neither will let go, we...
