Spring…

Can you hear it? Turtles’ muddy hibernation-slowed claws scraping the sun-drenched rocks? Buds cracking and bursting with color? Sugars rushing beneath the bark of trees? Tiny bugs and little birds…

Open or Closed?

When I leave colleagues’ offices at my job, for those that have offices, I ask, “open or closed?” They have a choice – a single word that may require a little extra expenditure of energy from me as I go. The privilege is in being able to shut the door. The rest of us in cubes can’t shut anything out.

We Do Not Agree

I just finished reading Elisha Lim‘s wonderful book 100 Crushes and it got me thinking about what it means to hold change and ambiguity: to hold space for it; to hold it inside you; to hold a presence for it in public; to embody it.