• Journey of the Inner Wanna Be's,  Long Way Home

    On the Other Side of Adventure

    I am snuggling up at home these days, cats taking turns with my artist hubby for attention.  I was gone from home for 3 weeks, a record for me.  In my sleeping hours, I am still on a journey, trying to figure out where my bed is.  I slept in so many, I think my body forgot which one was really mine! I have a thousand stories floating around in my head, like wanting to share with you all the amazing people I met, unfinished poems about the beauty of America writing themselves on my heart, realizations I made about myself and my life along the way, and the freedom…

  • Creative Confidence,  Creative Courage,  Long Way Home

    My Silent Passengers

    Today marks my 22nd day on the road.  I am 5 hours from home by car, but sticking around Houston to offer a Sacred Cacao Ceremony to a gathering of creatives.  The closer I get to home, the more homesick I grow, and yet…. I am still deeply engaged in the adventure. One of the ways I am doing that is by processing the trip…especially the parts I just didn’t foresee. You see, even though I spent over two weeks of the trip driving by myself, I felt as if I had Silent Passengers.  I never felt that I was alone. Sometimes the Silent Passenger was my husband, even though…

  • AEDM,  Long Way Home

    City Chic {Long Way Home}

      One of my favorite past times is to spend a few minutes on either side of a trip downtown to explore the city.  I have lived in the same town most of my life.  The downtown was a place we went where I was very young to do a bit of shopping, but much of the posh department stores moved into the malls across town.  The downtown began to get run down.  In high school, the mayoral race focused on whether or not to revive downtown. By the time I graduated from college, the artists had moved in.  A lone coffee called Crazy Ladies was home to the artists,…

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    Textures {Long Way Home Series}

      I am on the road this weekend, tackling three bucket list items.  First, attend an art retreat.  Second….visit the Texas Hill Country.  Three….study with an artist that inspires me.  In this case, Australian artist Tracy Verdugo.  I promise to tell you all about it! To celebrate this adventure of my gypsy spirit, I have a few pictures for the Long Way Home Series with a focus on textures. I picked texture because Tracy’s art reminds me of the textures I imagine our spirits or souls to have.  Fun, huh? The brick walkway along the water’s edge near the bay a mile from my home has begun to decay from exposure to…

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    Where Wildflowers Bloom

    I have had a blast deciding how to share my Long Way Home images with you. Sometimes I want to share the story behind the photos and others let them speak for themselves. I want to pair them according to where they were taken and also group them by a shared theme. Today I have gathered a bouquet of flowers. They have been collected over the last couple of years, some close to home, others far. I bring them out today to recognize the rain that recently blessed my back yard. The last two Summers, we have suffered through droughts, but this last week it poured. My back yard is over grown,…

  • Creative Growth,  Long Way Home

    The Twenty Year Path

    I’ve been a long-way-home kinda gal since I was young. Over the last couple of years, I have brought my camera with me on my travels  down the road less taken. The Long Way Home Series shares the best of that gypsy spirit with you by offering up the treasures I have found along the way. Two years ago, my artist hubby, Eric, and I went to Portland and Washington.  I had been invited to the Association for Creativity in Counseling Conference as a presenter and as a recipient of the ACC Graduate Student Award. It was my first trip to the Pacific Northwest. Before I even left for the…

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    The Long Way Home

    I am a Long-Way-Home kinda gal.  I recognized it eight years ago when I started dating my hubby. (We actually met eight years ago today!)  He lived about 3 hours away and every night for about a year, we talked on the phone.  My evenings in those days usually found me hanging out at my favorite cafe/bookstore which was in the middle of the town I grew up in. That’s one of my crazy pipe cleaner sculptures on my head. Photo by Earl Parr. When I got his call, I would hop in the car and head home. I wanted the conversation to last, so instead of heading directly to…