Today's excitement came from activating a space with open minds, busy hands, and a bag full of collected items. I am reassured every time I see a person step in to the process of making, and at the same time so curious about where we fail to give ourselves permission to play. Who in your past told you something you created from your heart wasn't right or good enough? What position of authority did that person occupy that allowed them to access that primal, precious part of you? How can we find pathways to retrieve and nurture our own and others' spark?
Soccer Field (purple cows vs. black flies), 2017