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We drove the winding road, marveling in sisterly fashion with every turn. And when we had found our spot, we set out on foot until all we could see was hillside and world and mustard plants growing up and up. The great expanse of sky was everywhere, and we felt as though we must be in someone's story for all its grandeur. 12/52 :: Floral & Foliage ArtStew52 is a 52-week creative challenge orchestrated by artist Rhea Amyett of Hatching Artist to spur on creativity in the Instagram community.Artists of all mediums--both visual and written-- commit to exploring a new prompt each week. Join the challenge or follow along with #ArtStew52. #exploration #spring #statesofbeing #stories #art #photogra

in stitches

At week's end, energy dims to a gentle quietude in the rhythm of stitches. I knit, knit, knit, and marvel to see how each movement makes something grow over time. Even as I slow and exhale, a newness grows within my hands. In knitting, I have found a sweetened metric for slowing down. 2/52 :: Snug ArtStew52 is a 52-week creative challenge orchestrated by artist Rhea Amyett of Hatching Artist to spur on creativity in the Instagram community.Artists of all mediums--both visual and written-- commit to exploring a new prompt each week. Join the challenge or follow along with #ArtStew52. #knitting #ArtStew52

wordliness

For our first art prompt of March, we were to create something inspired by one of our fellow art stewards in the Art Stew community. The creativity of these three wonders never ceases to amaze me, and their words are always thoughtfully honest and insightfully true. They pour intentionality into every project, interaction and conversation. "The most dangerous form of writer's block is not when we have nothing to say, but when we think what we have to say isn't worth anything." - Ashly Hilst "Dreams are a live wire waiting to spark if properly connected up with faith--and a hot drink." - Rhea Amyett "When I create, it's a dance between my deep insecurities and the freedom to express myself."

she and we

To think of the many women who have impacted me--both loved ones and strangers, those present today and in our histories--is to be uplifted. Their stories, challenges and conscious choices evoke in me a desire to grow, to create, to act, and to live and love more truly. Today, is International Women's Day, a global day to commemorate the struggles of women's rights and to celebrate the many social, economic, cultural and political contributions of women, which have often gone unnoticed, unsung and unwritten. I have always loved how the beauty of vines grow on and on. Their perseverance makes them difficult to cut away or hold back, and their determination to reach light is fervent. Women ar

duly noted

We learned to hear each other, read each other and to even express each other's thoughts and emotions. We saw the many ways that we could say the same thing or say different things, all with the same notes and measures and bars. I suppose we worked very hard, but mostly, we enjoyed. We were ever-moving, the rhythmicity of our perpetual heartbeats and steps pressed us forward. And in our every periphery, was melody. We felt deeply and shared honestly. We remembered always that differences were not mistakes, but nuances of that which makes us true and ourselves. I've wanted so very much to return to you--what I used to know so well that it was a very part of me. To listen, play, create, expres

standing betwixt winter and spring

At season's end, I have such gratitude for our lasting winter, cool mornings and crisp nights. In Southern California, our autumn-to-falls are often brief visits, so I am reveling (so very much) in this extension of time with my favorite of days. We have long needed rain, and its soothing song has befriended these lands with refreshment and hope of greenery once again. My resolve is to continue to coax it out to visit us often. Perhaps I'll be convincing enough if I promise many rainy-day walks and puddle jumping escapades. Spring nears and I brace myself for sunlight, flourishes of blooms lining the pavement and warm weather taking the place of my favorite cardigans. Spring will issue color

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