Of all the beautiful truths pertaining to the soul which have been restored and brought to light in this age, none is more gladdening or fruitful of divine promise and confidence than this – that man is the master of thought, the moulder of character, and the maker and shaper of condition, environment, and destiny.

As a being of Power, Intelligence, and Love, and the lord of his own thoughts, man holds the key to every situation, and contains within himself that transforming and regenerative agency by which he may make himself what he wills.

– James Allen, As A Man Thinketh

I’ve been working on this for some months now – being truly mindful of the thoughts that cross my brain. How inconsequential a silly thought might be, it is still a seed with boundless potential. Some are seeds to weeds and others to beautiful flowers and plants and trees. To be selective about which seeds we lay in our fertile mind will determine what grows into our attitude and actions, which in turn give life to our circumstances and environment – and therefore it is of critical importance that we check our thoughts for uprightness. We can not entertain folly and contempt and expect to reap abundance and goodness. It just doesn’t follow the natural law of the universe.

I am working on this every single day… I am a little too apt to judge others and harbor contempt for others’ folly… but these are not the seeds of goodness and light. And, I want the those in my life.

Few things are accidental. Most things are by design. We just have to be aware of it.

You need a physical space – private, safe, and just for you. When you are in this space, you are not available. I repeat, you are not available. This is your sacred space to be by and with yourself. We all need safe containers. How might you create a safe space that you can spend time in daily? How might you get creative with where it begins and ends? Find this place and make it your own.

-Elle Luna, The Crossroads of Should and Must

As a work from home mom, the concept of privacy and space is one I have to reacquaint myself with. Nothing is private anymore. So, I get my space at 4:30 in the morning while my family is still sleeping… and I write my morning pages over a cup of cordial tea, and then I paint for an hour… and if there’s time I just sit and watch as the sky changes colors to welcome the new day. Goodness knows, I miss sleeping in till 7 but the solitary haven has been a god send. Where is your space? or if you’re like me, When is your space?

One teeny, tiny five-letter word is all I will seek to accomplish tonight….


I need it…. very much.

The winter storm has been raging without since the wee hours of the morning… Ah, New England weather. That snow is so amazing and beautiful but today I longed for colors. Hence, the wildly colorful painting of the day.

Today I am thinking about artists and spaces and the art making process… how an artist alters a space, and how the space influences the art, how all are changed and moved. How do we capture the essence of that relationship in a simple phrase? Random, I know. But, it has been on my mind.

I’m thinking of making today’s painting into a print – it’s a lot of work to get it print ready, but the practice is good for me anyway. Hmmm…

Notes to self today: Sorry (not sorry) for the mysterious veil and chaos.

Less talk. More doing.

Surround yourself with people who fan your flames and build you up. Cut out the people who piss on your flames and deflate your dreams.  — I am paraphrasing a small social media video from Will Smith circulating around Facebook at the moment.

Getting things done… big things in the works. My biggest project/opportunity to date (in my life)….

A little SCARY.

Very REAL.


The grace to be a beginner is always the best prayer for an artist. The beginner’s humility and openness lead to exploration. Exploration leads to accomplishment. All of it begins at the beginning, with the first small and scary step.

– Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way

What we need is more day-to-day living; starting in morning with fresh, clear ideals for that day, and seeking to live each hour as if it were all the time left to us. This has in it no element of disregard for the future, because each day is set in harmony with that future. It is like the sea captain pointing his vessel toward its port of destination and day by day keeping her sailing toward it. This view of living kills morbid regret of the past and morbid worry about the future.

– William George Jordan

Fluttering of my heart

and butterflies in my core.

On the brink of something big.


A dream is awaken.

The mind is alight.

Imagination and reality are one.


I need not sleep

to see my dreams,

they are right before my eyes.


All I desire

for the taking

if only I will dare to try.


I do.  

I do dare.

A couple weeks ago, I submitted one of my painting/designs for a cool campaign with the women’s clothing company, A DAY. They were curating inspirational designs to share for International Women’s Day, which is today. I was so pleased to find that my art was selected. Yay! Just sharing this win here… 🙂

Happy International Women’s Day!

We do too much watching of our neighbor’s garden, and too little weeding in our own.”

-William George Jordan

I used to spend countless hours every week poring over instagram and pinterest for cool art and emerging artists in the name of research and inspiration but often found that I didn’t feel the better for it. In fact, I felt somehow insufficient and intimidated by those much further along on their artistic journey. Now, I limit my social time… paying less attention to who follows my work, how many likes I get, and I engage only long enough to appreciate the wealth of talent and art in the world. There is a happy medium to find… and I would much rather weed and water my own garden anyway.