The uncertainty of roots, Their direction, sporadic. Entanglement, guaranteed. Connection, life-saving. They twist and turn, a mass of chaos, of confusion. And follow one, to travel its story through, under, around. Hidden and hiding. It holds a fragile state, a vulnerable tremble, observing and absorbing. Responding to your awareness, waiting to ensure trust, unfolding a lesson. Its felt sense leading you through, this darkened uncertainty to a life force of channeled nutrients and love for...

I'm a late bloomer when it comes to appreciating poetry... let alone writing it. If it wasn't for a friend regularly passing along a poem every once in a while... I would never be the admirer I am today. And... Y'all... it has become a reliable support for my creative process. Let's talk about it. First, here's the creative practice I've been using: At the end-ish of every day, sit down and write a haiku that captures your day. That's it. Reminder: a haiku is a poem where the first line has...

Greetings from the studio! For those not familiar, my small artist studio is located in Turtle River, MN. Overlooking the woods and a mossy swamp, where trails from every direction converge. Frequented by local animal traffic, including deer, bears, turkeys, lynx, squirrels, and, if we're lucky, Chuck the Woodchuck. Many folks know me as a Hattersley weaver, and I'm a proud one! People also know me as the owner and operator of Bare Cloth, a lovely little arts business that sells handwoven...