About me:
Artful & Alive is born from my belief that living is a creative act, that life is - even at it’s most ordinary and mundane- an artful expression, and that wellbeing - in its purest form- is the cultivation of one’s own aliveness.
Artful & Alive is behind my teaching, my writing, and the hobbies and interests that decorate my daily life. Art is life. Aliveness is life. Bridging that gap between the two a powerful way to build deeper meaning and greater connection.
In short: I teach Yoga, I write stories, I love animals, and I try to share my journey of aliveness, artfully.
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Newest Adventure Story
Go Ahead And Give It To Me : Part Two
We, he and I, are heading up the side of a mountain. We are far from a beaten path. We are deep in the wilderness, like two ants wandering through a pathless sea of granite. We are, by choice, by design, days away from anything that isn’t covered in dirt, anything that isn’t feral, anything that doesn’t rise with the halo of the sun and sink into the slumber of the stars….
“Books are a uniquely portable magic”
Currently Reading…
Giovanni’s Room
By. James Baldwin
You can find a list of all the books I’ve read this year, HERE!
Go Ahead And Give It To Me : Part One
Far off the beaten path the trees grow taller than you can imagine. Their steepled caps pierce the sky; their green heads and arms toss and clap and bow in reverence to the swish-swish-swish of the wind; their bodies, beautifully brown, are lined with thick black veins, where the blood of earth pumps in from root to heartwood. In the sharp drag of a deep breath, fresh and clean, a dank scent presses itself upon your lungs and drifts, like a flock of birds, across the ribbed landscape of your tongue. Crushed pine needles; grub-filled dirt black as tar; the soft floral of wild mint; the quench of life and moistness of death and decay….
