In 2008 I had a booth at the Zion Flute Festival. I later wrote to my sister about an amazing experience... There were concerts at night but my friends and I, who were also vendors at the festival, preferred to gather and play music together. We enjoyed allowing the evening to unfold. On the [...]
When I was five my father gave me a star. I still remember that night. He came downstairs, very late, to tuck me in. He found that I was still awake. My early home life was stormy and falling asleep was not easy for me. I remember how my father wrapped a blanket around [...]
What do I mean when I say, “I accepted a 30 day writing/blog challenge to allow myself to be seen?” It means that as I write these blogs I am not wearing the teacher’s hat. I am not facilitating a transformational writing or music class, nor am I holding the space for sound work [...]
A Handmade Artist Book by Annie Mathias This poem is written for the people I dearly love I look for the doorway with no frame To enter into the place with no ceiling and no walls. The land is before me now, beside me, within me I move with no feet and [...]
I am a brown-eyed girl. My eyes are seeing eyes; they have always been seeing eyes. They watch for healing, and to behold wondrous acts of courage. They look to see transformations. Eyes are for seeing light; Eyes are for seeing in the dark. Eyes are a wondrous thing. My ears know that there [...]
Today I am in my garden. I have a lovely garden, it is a resting place for me. I feel safe here, hidden away from all that is. I lock the front door and open the back. My plants are always happy to see me. Birds come here and sing. They do not demand. I [...]
When we express our hearts upon paper or screen, we allow for the honest release of our pain, sorrow or trauma. We allow our words to come forward and to be heard. This is a safe and sacred place to process and honor that which is inside us. When we allow ourselves this writing [...]
When I was young I knew that creating 3-Dimensional books would be an expression of deep wonder. I watched them appear in my mind, they cried out to come forth. My enthusiastic passion was met with scoffs and ridicule. (This was before the scratch n sniff and pop-up books... and those were not the [...]
