learning together in the newness of spring
I am feeling the frenetic insistence of spring. There is a robin that keeps flying into the closed kitchen window.
It bounces off, looks dazed, hops back up to the porch railing and stares at me. It has been coming back for days. Likely there is some disorienting trick of the light that keeps this bird returning and hitting its head against the glass.
But I also feel like that might just be spring. A little bit jagged and enthusiastic. Disorienting and also full of what feels certain, more sun, more heat, more flowers.
So all to say, I am feeling it too. I want to fly haphazardly into a reflection, bounce around, and see what direction we end up.
I’d love to hear about what you’d like to learn with me.
Are you interested in a studio habits class? One where you learn to make a studio practice that feels like your own?
Are you a secret poet? Would you like to learn new forms and develop a bigger body of work?
Would you like to walk and cook together? And learn how to notice the changing seasons in relationship outside and inside your body?
Let me know.