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  What a time to be alive… And to keep stayin’ alive!. The world has been experiencing varying levels of concern, crisis and mayhem due to the spread of the COVID 19 virus, and here in the United States, our time to get serious about doing our part to slow the spread has really descended upon us. The past couple of weeks have been a bit surreal to say the least… Of course we have seen the worldwide coverage of the way this virus has swept entire communities off of their feet, and there has been a growing concern for...

And I’m watching you now, I see you building a castle with one hand while tearing down another with the other.  - - Lyric from Me in You, Kings of Convenience I recently ran into a friend who is in her seventies, is a vibrant artist who has lived a rich and adventurous life, and who continues to adventure through each day painting, celebrating nature, moving her body and doing whatever the hell she wants. I met Linda when I was working as a barista. At the time, I occasionally toted my young daughter to work with me, setting her...

  I love my comfort zone. I really love my comfort zone. Cozy; predictable; dependable; homey. I’m a homebody. I love very few things more than a cloudy afternoon creating something on my laptop with a fuzzy warm dingo curled up at my side and the sound of a purring cat (I’m one of the weirdos who wishes for days and days of rain while living in the sunniest desert). I have worked at home in one way or another since 2002. I’ve got a groove and my groove gets me. On the days I work from home, it’s pajamas...

Creativity is tricky business. For me, it is a force that lurks in the background of every detail of every day. My lurky little force spots faces in mountains, possesses an uncanny ability to detect a lyrical phrase in everyday speech patterns and can whip out a poem or jingle in a snap. My creativity also assists me in feeding some of my oddest fears, catastrophizing things like kittens or hugs and floodlighting my most embarrassing moments. Even when I have tried to contain its weirdness, my creative force oozes out of the cracks of my psyche and colors my...

I have been drawing a lot of desert wildflowers. That's because February is here. In the southern Utah deserts this means spring will be springing. The poofs of tree blossoms begin, and at certain vantage points a quick run to the grocery store can be transformed into a visual adventure; the stark red rocks and always-crisp blue skies are our constants, so when the pastel blooms arrive, it must be February in the southwest.  The blossoms are one of the more obvious and exuberant arrivals of spring in the little towns, but once you leave the neighborhoods and venture closer...