I’m amazed, given how past periods of intense stress have shut down my creativity, to find myself writing every day. This morning I’m editing my kidnapping chapters to make sure every move is inevitable.
I’m growing garlic on the side of my bathtub. Because I can.
It’s less making art and more facilitating it, and I’m okay with that. Look how tall they’re getting!
More than this: art, as a form of beauty, leads us outside ourselves. In that unselfing, that calling, lies an opening toward justice. And guess what? Peace loves justice.