I went to see a friend’s art show yesterday and I had to stroll a little ways to get there.

Her art was terrific and nature’s art show was pretty good, too.

I miss my Dad so much.

It’s so weird to *not* be figuring out what to get him, to *not* be arranging to visit him, to not have him here.

It’s a very specific kind of lonely to have jokes to tell someone and they aren’t here to laugh with you about them.

Today was the funeral of a very dear friend.

I’ve known her my whole life.

My world has shifted. Again.

I am so lucky to have known her.

The world is better because she was in it.

I was feeling so jumbled yesterday that I decided that I needed to spend some serious time creating stuff.

So I did.

I feel really lucky to be able to take that time when I need it and I was really happy with the little drawings and collages that I made.

The process was practically meditative.

And today it was much easier to get my brain to do the things I wanted to do.

Last night I hosted an online conversation about storytelling and had a magnificent time.

It was a small group of experienced tellers talking about how we go about developing and revising stories, how we make them our own.

It’s so incredibly cool how we can start from the same idea – or even the same story – and once we put our own perspective and experiences into it, we each have a unique tale to tell.

It’s fascinating to hear the similarities and the differences in everyone’s approach and it makes for an excellent reminder that everyone has something to bring to the metaphorical table.

What a pleasure it is to hang out with other storytellers this way!