I have found that mindful journaling practices can be a tender bridge to that inner sanctuary. Through the delicate dance of words…”

There’s a story in this hat, a story that carries dust and wind, sun and silence. When I painted my cowboy hat with cattle tags, I didn’t set out to make a statement. I was simply following the shape of something familiar, something that had held its place in my mind for a long while. But as the layers of paint built up, I began to see what was truly asking to be seen. The cattle tags, in their bright, worn colours gathered around the hat like memories. Each one belonging s

There’s something about the red dirt ~ the way it holds the weight of footsteps and still manages to cradle life at its edges.

Out here, in the quiet stretch between paddocks and sky, stories rise from unexpected places. A water tank becomes a canvas for memory, ...

“My studio floor is a wild tangle of brushes, paint tubes, scraps of paper, and broken pastels. To anyone else, it might look like disorder”

The Power of Stillness Standing on the ground this morning, I was met with these thoughts: Stillness is not an empty room, but a...

In a world obsessed with perfection, showing up imperfectly but faithfully and mindfully has been a powerful shift. Over the last 100...

This weekend, I have a question for you: How do you refill your cup? For me, it begins simply. I light my sage and let its smoke drift...

Creative Tip: Today's journal, I'm sharing this creative tip as a gentle reminder that we can take our time with our creative processes...