I had a GREAT conversation with another Artist last week, who is mentoring me through some (big-and-moderately-scary) applications that I have my sights on this year. It was one of those conversations that felt effortless and flowed. I felt very much in the moment, because it was easy and honest, and will hopefully lead me to where I want to go. The sense of freedom in our chatter seemed to unlock some of the words that I can often find hard to describe my practice. The why and what’s-it-all-about stuff kinda stuff. And the seemingly simple things that come up again and again.

I’ve been thinking a lot about words lately. The words we say and what they mean. Words that sit in between spaces. The power of words to harm or to heal. A kind word. A thoughtful word. The right words at the right time.