I close my eyes and catch a soft-edged glimpse of the little girl sitting at Mama’s grand piano, frantically pressing out notes of a song within me, obedient to the playing even when I had no notion of where those notes would go. It’s this spontaneity I long for now, not the conversations that everyone else is having but hearts shared like pieces of orange ripped open and divided into juicy carpels of a life’s story, unrehearsed, unplanned, unashamed. This is how the room changes—not in pretty things strewn about but in the presence of a soul intoxicated with the…
MY LIFE IS DEDICATED TO CREATING SPACES THAT PULL THE INVISIBLE INTO THE REALM OF THE SEEN…BECAUSE IT IS THE UNSEEN WHERE THE SOUL RESIDES.
MY FASCINATION WITH HOW WE TRANSFORM OUR SURROUNDINGS, HAS EVOLVED INTO A FASCINATION WITH HOW WE WILLINGLY ALLOW WHAT WE GO THROUGH TO TRANSFORM THE INTERIORS OF WHO WE ARE.
Have you noticed that there are some people who change the room just by being precisely who they are?
There are those who are absorbed by trends, opinions, popularity. And then there are those who elevate us by refusing to be anyone but themselves.
These are the room-changers. The ones who shift the energy. The ones who bring beauty to everything they touch.
THERE IS NO TIME TO BE LIKE ANYTHING OR ANYONE BUT SIMPLY AND METICULOUSLY MORE LIKE YOU.
CHANGE THE ROOM
I close my eyes and catch a soft-edged glimpse of the little girl sitting at Mama’s grand piano, frantically pressing…
THE HOSTILITY OF GRACE
This was the debut bald image of a woman I hardly recognize. It may remind you of some distant past,…
HAPPY CHATTER
I see life’s moments as if they are written on a page. What fascinates me is never the obvious, but…
THE ART OF CONVERSATION
My son and I went on a fishing trip in Idaho once. He was in his teens. I remember we…