I was born in the Smoky Mountains of North Carolina, and raised mostly in Massachusetts and Maine.
When I was a teen, my intrepid 60-something grandmother decided it was time to study archeology,and headed West to New Mexico. She opened the door into a world that lifted and amazed my heart and soul, and I followed in her footsteps. The culture, colors, wide-open sky and spaces, dramatic landscape, ancient voices whispering on the winds all called me "home."
Yet here I am, packing up my Toyota with clothes, pets, and art supplies, to head back East for six months. Guests will stay in my home here in NM while I transfer my life to a cottage on a lake in New Hampshire.
I'm not sure I can even articulate the hopes in my heart for this new experience. Some key words include expansion, creativity, and nurturing for a new chapter in my life. I am looking for depth and heights in myself and my art, a greater ability to express the ethereal, powerful and even urgent mystery that has surged through me most of my life, asking me to pick up my pencil, crayons, and now paints to give her voice.
There is a long tradition of retreating to the lake for the peace and quiet to discover the inner voice. That, along with long walks in the woods and long sits on the dock watching the water, birds, sky, and sunset will, I hope, help me to quiet myself enough to hear and respond to the inner calling for expression.
Amidst the myriad challenges this world offers, my hope for us all is to experience the inner peace that opens the door to possibility and new choices.