Text: In a way, Zentangles are a metaphor for life itself. They’re imperfect, sometimes messy. They’re filled with mistakes, which I didn’t realize until I started learning how to do it, the nuts and bolts of the technique. My Google searches turned up page after page of gorgeous, perfect art, something I considered myself incapable […]Read more "Making Mistakes"
Text: I saw an eagle in a tree as I came around the lake today, and for the briefest of moments, my heart leapt with joy. These moments have been happening, little more than glimmers, making themselves known to me more frequently as the days go by. They do not last, and rarely can be […]Read more "Sparks of…joy?"