As you might imagine, the real estate of my suitcase is quite valuable. Contained by flight regulations, I must find the balance of bringing what is important to me (how to remain myself) while leaving space to gather in (how to keep becoming). 

So you might question my packing of the largest sketch book I own. But I don’t. It is the story of my year. A practice that has saved me. That has set me free. Gifted from those I love in France, it is a part of them. Created from my heart and hands, it is a part of me. Inspired here by surroundings of youth, it is a was that keeps beginning. That doesn’t seem too much to carry.

I guess it is with all of love and living. This practice. This carrying of mistakes and problem solving. Of things survived and other thrived. This working through and becoming. This journaling of the journey. Making precious the simple, but not too precious to stretch and learn and take chances. 

So I make space for the carry. Hoping I, we, can do the same with the heart.