I wanna be that weird blob of cookie made from the awkward bits and pieces that weren’t quite enough to be made into a real distinguishable shape, but is baked into a professional cookie regardless.

Practice is engaging with my art. Practice is flexible. Practice can and must meet my body and mind where it’s at on any given day. Practice is sacred.

While I have no standing on which to do so, I’d like to give you permission to rest, and to offer gentle forgiveness for the days that you just can’t do it. Just because we love something doesn’t mean it’s always going to be easy for us to engage with it.