field notes (7.29.16)

Visited the Forest History Center in Grand Rapids, Minn. after years(!) of driving by it and thinking that I should really stop sometime. An amazing place.

Made reservations for a solo, silent retreat.

Made reservations to view the Kerlan Collection.

Life is a struggle and a good spy gets in there and fights. Remember that. No nonsense.” – from HARRIET THE SPY by Louise Fitzhugh

Reading: HARRIET THE SPY by Louise Fitzhugh and GONE WITH THE WIND by Margaret Mitchell

I think being an artist means telling the truth, your truth, no matter how uncomfortable it makes you or others. You can tell your truth in any medium you choose: text, paint, conversation, pie baking, sculpture, kind acts, singing. Whatever. The medium is irrelevant, the message is paramount.

field notes (7.22.16)

Reading: HARRIET THE SPY by Louise Fitzhugh and DECONSTRUCTING PENGUINS by Lawrence and Nancy Goldstone

I think we’re creative all day long. We have to have an appointment to have that work out on the page. Because the creative part of us gets tired of waiting, or just gets tired.” – Mary Oliver

Being outside in nature is vital. It is the origin of all art. It is from which all art is derived. Everything else is just an interpretation of it. That is why, as artists (and we’re all artists), it is vital to connect to place, to the outside environment.

Well, I’m going to be a writer. And when I say that’s a mountain, that’s a mountain.” – Harriet in HARRIET THE SPY by Louise Fitzhugh

Toured the Wanda Gag House in New Ulm, Minn. The house had a beautiful hum about it. It was as if Wanda’s father had built a stage set for his children to live up to. Maybe, that’s exactly what he intended. He created an environment that supported and encouraged creative expression. And that’s what he got. My favorite parts were an elaborately embroidered Bohemian tunic that Wanda wore once she moved out East. I also loved, loved Anton Gag’s attic studio. The color and light and dimensions of that room were thrilling.

Visited Blue Mounds State Park: the prairie and quartzite cliffs took my breath away. The bison eluded us, but just knowing they were there was enough.

Visited Touch the Sky Prairie in Luverne, Minn. This place left me humming and happy and awakened. So grateful it is being protected.

Visited Pipestone National Monument: the colors!

Enjoyed the Wilder Pageant and visiting the site of Laura’s dugout on the banks of Plum Creek. Beautiful: to see hundreds of little girls dressed in calico dresses, aprons, bonnets and boots bubbling with excitement about the story of a young pioneer girl.

field notes (7.15.16)

Took a whirlwind trip to Grand Marais, MN in which I soaked in the art at the Art Festival and mentally spent about $1,000 the first day, ate a whitefish sandwich (for the first time!) at Dockside Fish Market, visited Drury Lane Books, had a beautiful and restorative hike on Artist’s Point (this was the highlight of the trip), met Kristofer at Upstate MN, took so many photographs of Lake Superior, almost sailed the Hjordis (sail was cancelled due to potential for threatening weather…second time this has happened to me), ate and talked with dear friends, ate delicious donuts at World’s Best Donuts and once again tried to do too much in too little time

Oh, one of the potters at the Art Festival spoke with me about his work and how he gathers clay from different places as a way to connect to place in his art. Love that.

Was reminded again and again how good travel is for my soul, and also how good staying home is for my soul as well.

I must try to write more directly.  In SALT TO THE SEA, author Ruta Sepetys writes, “The moon hid behind the clouds, unable to stomach the wretched scene.” And those words are true and true. I would’ve written, “The moon hid behind the clouds, AS IF it were unable to stomach the wretched scene.” Yuck! Right? Those hedging words and phrases lack clarity and confidence. Need to work on this. Must remove all those vague qualifiers from my writing…especially if I’m qualifying from a place of fear. (Also, that book was beautiful.)


“Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.” – Gustave Flaubert (amen, amen, amen)

curator: the person in charge of a museum, art collection, zoo, etc.

Anger is easier than grief. Blame is easier than real accountability.” – Brene Brown

Naming and owning some new manifestations: here’s to keeping after it!

When I got to New Mexico, that was mine. As soon as I saw it, that was my country. I’d never seen anything like it before, but it fitted me exactly.” – Georgia O’Keeffe

Having an accountability partner is such a gift. This week I had to put what was just a hunch into words and it opened up a new world for me. Writing is powerful. Accountability is powerful.

field notes (7.8.16)

My latest essay: DRAGON SLAYING

Reminding myself that craft comes first, always.

So much of my life feels like I’ve got to choose: X or Y, A or B. I am  exhausted by this limited way of thinking and so I’ recommitting myself to what I’m calling The Practice of &. That means I choose X & Y, A & B. Feel free to join me.

You know you live in Minnesota, the land of literary loveliness, when you read BIG BELCHING BOG to your kids on Wednesday, hike out to the Lake Bemidji State Park Bog on Thursday and then take you hubby out there on Friday only to notice that the grand and glorious Phyllis Root is at the bog as well. And so you introduce yourself and stumble with your words and feel as if well, maybe meeting Phyllis Root means something. (Maybe it doesn’t?) But you decide to go with it meaning something because you need it to mean something.

Magical Realism is something I need to pay attention to. It feels closer to the truth.

Reading: I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN by Jandy Nelson, GRASSHOPPER JUNGLE by Andrew Smith and TORTILLA FLAT by John Steinbeck

Practicing inversions! Which is just a fancy way of saying I’m doing handstands against the wall while my kids watch, amazed.

I am submitting: two essays and 1 picture-book biography manuscript this week!

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…” – Jack Kerouac

field notes (7.1.16)

“I paint to learn,” says artist West Fraser, “rather than learn to paint.” (This pretty much sums up my writing philosophy)

Finally subscribed to Orion

Panorama: The Journal of Intelligent Travel is in the midst of its kickstarter campaign. Please consider supporting them. I did.

Listening to so much Lucinda Williams and also the Okee Dokee Brother’s CAN YOU CANOE? album

“I do not write for kids, I write for readers.” – from author Andrew Smith

Reading TORTILLA FLAT by John Steinbeck, GRASSHOPPER JUNGLE by Andrew Smith and I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN by Jandy Nelson