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From the Hearth
Part writing nook, part practice pad, this is where ideas and visions are honored and offered freely.
If something resonates, throw a log on the fire and share your thoughts in the comments.
Harp on it
Harp on it.
A reflection on unexpressed anger, and a call to myself to finally give it a voice. To sound a battle cry for freedom.
Week 9 Invitation
✍︎ This week, I invite you to name one thing you found beautiful – a moment, an object, an experience…anything that moved you.
how does it feel?
feelings transposed to sound, unedited unplanned raw and messy as they are
Tapetum Lucidum is already winning awards
As a member of the National Speleological Society, I decided to submit a writeup of Tapetum to their Arts & Letters publication, Illuminations. I included some photos I took inside Tawney’s Cave, one of myself with the lyrics to “Stalactites”, and a link to the track as-is (unfinished). Since I couldn’t physically attend the NSS convention, it was quite a surprise when I received an email letting me know I had won an award for it.
weekly reflection:
weekly reflection thread:
Now that the year has begun to move on its own, what feels like it’s actually settling — not what I planned, but what’s naturally taking root
Calling All Curious Cavers
A call to all curious cavers:
enter the echo chamber with me as I begin my exploration of The Heroine’s Journey—unearthing the music, symbols, and lessons I have found in the dark.
What we CAN do
A reflection on enoughness, creativity, and learning to honor what we already hold.
Lately, as I build out The Listener’s Lodge—a home for slow art and shared wonder—I’ve been thinking about what it really means to offer what we have, rather than mourn what we lack.
Harp on it.
A reflection on unexpressed anger, and a call to myself to finally give it a voice. To sound a battle cry for freedom.