a note to my ego

i can't even say what's on my mind...and you're my best friend. i can't relax around you, even though i do yoga 5 times a week...i know how to take a deep breath. i can't take a step forward, because you're too busy looking into the past. just when i try to lighten up, you come to remind of all the reasons i can't. when i make progress...you rear your head. i wish i could forgo my ego.

mobiles

i moved to duluth in the fall of 1998.

the lake spoke to me immediately.

in college, inspired by a roomate, i started making mobiles out of seaglass and driftwood.

over the years these mobiles have morphed and changed.

here's a sampling of the work i'm doing today.

(bear with me, these pictures aren't the greatest)

what defines home?

my arm before...

my forearm...

is it enough?

today i feel the burden of my lifestyle on this world.
eating food, unaware of it's origin.
my trash is on the curb, do i know where it goes?
my clothes very likely made in inhumane circumstances.
the products that i use toxic to myself, the earth.
drinking coffee from a paper cup.


i try.
i try to eat local food.
minimize my waste.
use environmentally safe products.
i wear my clothes until they fall apart.

some days these things make me feel better about myself.

today i realize it's not enough.

out like a lamb

with the warmth comes the awakening. with the sun comes a smile. march brings the laying out of plans for adventures. dreams of park point. daylight extending beyond 5pm. i sense my motivation returning.

it seems the seasons have become the drive behind this blog.

i guess that's what happens.

when you live in duluth.

when you LIVE.



in duluth.