Hello. The steam rising from my black tea meets my face and I am here. There are eight antique windows overlooking the meadow that I love. Beyond the meadow are cedars and douglas fir trees, alder, elder, and one small sequoia. In these early spring days, upon arriving to my studio, I sweep. It warms my body and tends my studio. A clean slate.
I have been feeling connected to you lately. Thinking about you. About us. About our world, the world we share. The world we love. My meadow is a respite, but I'm aware of what's beyond these trees.
When connection is present, people thrive. When people are thriving and connected to themselves and to their community, communities are strong. More than ever, we need strong communities. We need thriving individuals contributing and connecting with the larger whole.
Without cursive handwriting being taught in schools across America, we are disconnecting from our history. With the increase of technology and do-it-all-fast devices, we are disconnecting from ourselves. Without the warmth of handmade things, we are disconnecting from the functions of our daily lives. Without the paper and the ink and the pen, we are disconnecting from the original ways of preserving our poetry. Poetry is the vernacular archives. The stories we need to hear from a tongue we can taste. We are all poets, really.
My vision for my place in the world as a poet, calligrapher, letter-writer and teacher is to stand for these important aspects of connection. I stand for us, I will continue to connect you to your community via the written word. I will empower you and believe in you and love you on your path to a deeper, more connected life. I believe in letters and poems, I believe in a slower way; and I believe in you to change the world.