I visited the Balinese Garden in July to catch up with friends, the sun, my own heart.  There’s a repression and a liberation to the order that others impose.

Frazzle is a character I’ve been living with for many years and especially through this creative process. I finally found out his name when I was listening to Lotte Streisinger—potter, printmaker and author—reading from her recent book on the creative process. (The Potter and the Muse, 2006, Kalliope Press, available at The Museum of Contemporary Craft in Portland.) I wonder if Frazzle and I can get along a little better now that we officially recognize one another?

Sometimes we seem to be swept up in an epidemic of apology.  And yet, many apologies are abusive, retaliatory, arrogant–anything but sincere.  What do we do about those people?

Father was one of the first Big Words I took on and I’ve been at it for almost two years on and off. It’s a big big word and it’s been a valuable contemplation. If you remember the earlier post you’ll know this has changed quite a bit.

Did you know it’s National Ice Cream Month? And what a month! What a substance! So I’m sharing my ice-cream recollections with you. (In Print has the text version of this piece.) You can hear more about my adventures with fresh peach ice cream at Vacation.