It’s a little odd to write a blog about oneself from the perspective of

Exposing the relationship behind the connection

as I’ve done with the other instructors…

I mean

I’ve known myself a good long time now….

I think….


“There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.” Martha Graham


photo credit Doug Loates: The gift of an amazing photographer.

photo credit Doug Loates:The gift of an amazing photographer.

This photo was taking last year.

Doug had been noticing something about me

a habit

and captured it so beautifully in this photo.

I ‘worry‘ my hands.

A lot.

I hadn’t noticed prior to his taking this photo,

but it is a stance I take often when teaching, waiting, contemplating

perhaps this is why I try to always keep a paintbrush,



or rubber spatula (baking yum!)

and yes, even a dust rag….sigh….

in my hands.

Until I lie them gently across my abdomen

settling into slumber each night

they are working

or worrying their way through my time in this life.


But it’s not the worry you might think.

It’s not the worry society would have me take up.

Certainly, often times it looks like that kind of worry;

money?!, income?!, house?! kids?!, art?!, life?!!!….

but it’s not.

Sure I

worry in that sense of the word

but what Doug has captured is

my delight.

My peaceful, contented, gratitude-sending-up delight.

My hands are the unconscious reaction to my mind

dancing around the wonder and

get to‘ awe of standing there

in a wonder-full

creative filled room

with amazing


gathering of hands

eager to take it all in

and give it all back.

Sometimes I think even my brow furrows

which can certainly be deceiving

but alas, it’s only more wonder…

it’s a brow-furrowing inward turn to

the awe that’s filling my brain.

I get to.

In this life, that’s my every day wonder chant~



And you know what,

so do you.

Moreover, when God gives someone the ability to enjoy their lot and be happy in their toil—this is a gift of God. Ecc. 5:18

in love.