In this there is no measuring with time, a year doesn’t matter, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means: not numbering and counting, but ripening like a tree, which doesn’t force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But…

[Spoiler alert: the following has nothing to do with a dog. My daughter won't read it if it involves a dog. She claims that in every book and movie that has a dog character in it, the dog always dies in the end - particularly in Stephen King novels. For her sake and ours, this…

I run for many reasons but mostly I run to find myself. I run to meet myself somewhere down the road. Every day I go out empty and unmotivated with the slimmest of hopes that something new will happen. Like with yoga and the practice of breathing into spaces of the mind/body and letting the…