006 – Song of Surrender

An artist, a speaker, a writer, and Founder of the Nashville Creative Group – Beth Inglish is all that and so much more. I was really excited to sit down with her to talk about her love of music but also how that transitioned into finding community and learning the art of surrender. Here’s my conversation with my talented friend, Beth Inglish.

Reading, Thinking, Dreaming

The last day of an extended holiday weekend went exactly as planned. I spent the morning in the backyard under a canopy of green, finishing Beyond the Point by Claire Gibson. Moving to the front patio, I put our rocking chairs to use while starting Hillbilly Elegy by J.D. Vance. Just as I’d embarked on…

I’M Possible

I recently witnessed one of my favorite authors experience some professional setbacks and disappointments. After wallowing for awhile, her colleague asked her, “what does this make possible?” It’s easier said than done. Isn’t it? There’s a note on my desk that mocks me: Create more. Consume less. I haven’t felt much like writing lately. I…

Little Lucky

One of the things about social media is that there’s always some sort of bandwagon on which to jump, some hashtag to follow, some challenge in which to participate. For the second year in a row, I’ve proudly declared myself a participant of #The100Day Project. (Between this and reading 100 Days to Brave, it’s like…

Who Needs a Map?

“The lies still come. Sometimes they are a whisper when I am walking onto a stage, sometimes they are a quick cut when I see a picture of myself, and other times, they scream. They scream in a way I cannot describe – they are constant and vulgar and violently unkind. And when the lies…

A Godwink Birthday

I woke up in my own Tennessee bed this morning after spending Thanksgiving in Alabama and my birthday in Georgia. Leading up to the holiday, I started a study on Giving Thanks — in joy, in sorrow and suffering, in work, in rest, in plenty and in want. Through this, I’ve learned that Thanksgiving isn’t…

Choosing All In

I had a rare free night last Thursday that I’d planned to fill with writing. Although earlier that day, I learned that cancer took a friend of ours and I didn’t know what to say about it (if anything). So, instead of writing, I drew. I’ve been devouring podcasts and books lately – some on…

Artist-in-Residence

I am the world’s lightest sleeper. I am also the proud fur-parent of a 12-year old cat who loves attention at 3:00am. This morning, she gifted me an additional hour of sleep before her ritual head-butting, walking over my head, and announcing her presence. Y’know, in case I somehow missed it before. I laid there…