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Handmade Books and Crafting Purpose
I am a novice bookmaker and continue to learn how to make handmade journals. In the years since finding myself categorized as “disabled”, a loss of purpose haunted me. Formerly, working and singing as a musician and a guitarist kept my purposefulness alive. But in the years since 2015, my health…
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Book Dust
Dust begins to fall from the book I’m sewing as the thread pulls through the paper. Heather and I have finally created enough paste papers to start making/sewing books again. As I sew together a book for a dear friend, dust from the thread needling through the paste paper makes colorful dust that falls…
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A Letter to Steven about Vocation
December 16, 2019 Dear Steven, Walking into the quiet winter morning, the red-pink in the East draws my eye to the rising sun. The sky is blue-gray and purple clouds are painted across the Northern sky. The West is behind Beech Mountain, although my residence is considered on the “backside” of the mountain. Birdie and…
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Begin Again
Each day is a new day to begin again. The morning light grows brighter and energizes me. As I sweep the porch, I think my love of G+d, the Holy of Holies. Thinking on the task before me as another year passes, questions arise. What does it mean to be an artist who is untrained,…
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When I Am Not Writing…
When I’m not writing, I am creating something else. Or in the case of this blog, I’m also creating as I type because I’m listening to new musicians (at least new to me). The world is big and our souls even larger. In addition to valuing the creative spirit, I believe in the power and…