if I can’t dance…


I’ve been doing a lot of research about the 1930s. I want to better understand the lives of my ancestors (and the world) during that turbulent time in history. Old movies, photographs, interviews, books, and music are allowing me to time travel in a way that’s marvelously connecting me to the past.

I ordered this vintage dress from eBay for twenty-five bucks. The way it moves far surpassed my expectations.

If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be part of your revolution.

—Emma Goldman (1869-1940) women’s rights activist/anarchist

A big thank you to my daughter Willa for her photography of me goofing off in this magical swingin’ dress.



This series is about how memories shift throughout our lifetimes.

The emotion often remains even when the details fade.

Will Lillibridge’s words & my photos


My great-great uncle, William Otis Lillibridge (1877-1909) was a dentist and an author in South Dakota. One of his books, Ben Blair was made into a movie in 1916. My grandfather recounted that his father used to say that Will was a much better writer than dentist.

After a recent trip to South Dakota I wondered if I had photos that reflected some of Will’s words. It seems that Uncle Will loved the wildness of the prairie as much as I do.

A BREATH OF PRAIRIE & OTHER STORIES by William Otis Lillibridge

The reddish glow in the east had spread and lit up the earth…”

“The self-confidence of the splendid animal was his. He would work and advance himself.”

THE DOMINANT IMPULSE by William Otis Lillibridge

“I’m serious, Robert. Douglass is a cattle man west of the river.”

“The river!” apostrophized Bob. “The man juggles with mysteries. What river, pray?”

“The Missouri, of course. Didn’t you ever study geography?”

“…in a spirit of bravado, roped the “devil” and instituted a contest of wills. The pony was stubborn and a battle royal followed. As a buzzard scents carrion, other cowboys anticipated sport, and a group soon gathered.

“No, but I know the country. It’s new and wild now, of course, and you’ll find neighbors a bit scarce; but it’s alright.”

LINK: https://www.gutenberg.org/files/29245/29245-h/29245-h.htm#:~:text=WILL%20LILLIBRIDGE%20AUTHOR%20OF%20%E2%80%9CBEN%20BLAIR,%E2%80%9D%20%E2%80%9CTHE%20DOMINANT%20DOLLAR,%E2%80%9D%20ETC.

The story of his life is characteristically told in this brief autobiographical sketch, written at the request of an interested magazine.

“I was born on a farm in Union County, Iowa, near the boundary of the then Dakota Territory. Like most boys bred and raised in an atmosphere of eighteen hours of work out of twenty-four, I matured early. At twelve I was a useful citizen, at fifteen I was to all practical purposes a man,––did a man’s work whatever the need. In this capacity I was alternately farmer, rancher, cattleman. Something prompted me to explore a university and I went to Iowa, where for six years I vibrated between the collegiate, dental, and medical departments. After graduating from the dental in 1898 I drifted to Sioux Falls and began to practise my profession. As the years passed the roots sank deeper and I am still here."

Cape Cod light…


To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle. —Walt Whitman

early morning light…

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides
—Dylan Thomas/Light breaks where no sun shines

afternoon light…

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language—Henry James

evening light…

night light…

To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. —William Shakespeare

sunrise on Town Neck Beach…


The Coyote by Badger Clark, South Dakota Poet

Trailing the last gleam after,
     In the valleys emptied of light,
Ripples a whimsical laughter
     Under the wings of the night.
Mocking the faded west airily,
Meeting the little bats merrily,
     Over the mesas it shrills
     To the red moon on the hills.

Read Badger Clark's full poem—South Dakota Historical Society link: https://www.sdhsf.org/badger-clark/badger-clark-poems/the-coyote.html

the prairie and the sea…


Beginning about 540 million years ago, the first of many shallow inland seas ushered in the Paleozoic and later the Mesozoic eras.

Shallow ocean waters covered a significant part of the interior of North America, including the region we recognize as the Great Plains.Encyclopedia of the Great Plains

I feel a certain soul-settling when experiencing the wonders of the PRAIRIE and the SEA. I’ve been exploring why I am so drawn to wide-open landscapes.

My ancestors left Europe, landed on the eastern shores of North America, and headed west, eventually settling on the plains of southern South Dakota. I moved in a reversed migratory pattern—leaving the plains and settling in New England after living and working in New Zealand, Australia, Tennessee, and Montana.

I think my inherent nature, choices, circumstances, travel, and understanding all have played roles in why certain landscapes speak to me so profoundly. My native Nebraska friend, artist Elizabeth Bunsen and I refer to this as our interior geography. LINK: elizabeth bunsen’s instagram

I will forever be gnawing on the bone of my genetic inheritance and wondering if my ancestors also needed a lot of space to feel settled within themselves.

Pick a theme and work it to exhaustion…the subject must be something you truly love or truly hate.

—Dorthea Lange, photographer/journalist/my hero

Newport Folk Festival 2022…


I don’t know if it’s being raised in a small South Dakota town, my Scandinavian roots, or that I have ancestors from the 1800s named Thankful and Plenty. I’ve actually seen their headstones in Richmond, Rhode Island. I worry about being too much, maybe that Puritan way of thinking is a factor.

Somehow is the soup of all of that, I felt it would be showing off to post about last year’s Newport Folk Festival where Joni Mitchell and Paul Simon were the freakin’ surprise guests. One year later this now seems a little kooky. Jeff and I are heading to Rhode Island tomorrow for Newport Folk Festival 2023.

Last year on Saturday night Nathaniel Rateliff put together an American Tune Review and welcomed Paul Simon onto the stage. He closed out Saturday night singing “Sound of Silence” with just him and his guitar. The whole crowd was mostly silent except for the crying and occasional sniffles.

So, here’s my humblebrag of photographs…

On Sunday evening one of my heroes, Brandi Carlile put together a Joni Jam like they’ve been doing in Laurel Canyon, CA the last few years helping Joni recover from her 2015 brain aneurysm. After Brandi’s amazing set, nearly shaking she told us that they need about 20 minutes to set up so something so unbelievably special. In Brandi’s memoir, she wrote passionately about Joni Jams.

Sharing our unique experiences has a ripple effect of joy out in the world.

Managing three days of sun from 11am to 7pm requires some strategy.

I think we must grab joy & music wherever we can whenever we can.



I was going to skinny dip this morning then the fog suddenly lifted as did my courage and cover. I waded in…the cool water medicine for my sore knees.

Most mornings the chatter of sea birds and bellows of the seals is a lively soundtrack to my beach clean-up. Today they were as calm as Cape Cod Bay.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

—Jacques Yves Cousteau

I must be a mermaid, Rango.

I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

―Anais Nin

My soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through me.

―Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.

―Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

The sea is a desert of waves,
A wilderness of water.

―Langston Hughes, Selected Poems

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.”
―e.e. cummings, 100 Selected Poems

Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.

—Dorothea Lange

be careful how you bend me…


I regret that I didn’t know the 2002 Patti Griffin beautiful song, BE CAREFUL before I recently heard the cover with a new verse written by Joy Oladokun, Madi Diaz, and S.G. Goodman. I’ve played both versions over and over since last night. (New lyrics are highlighted below.)

BE CAREFUL is about women’s circumstances everywhere—in the beauty shops, catching raindrops, working overtime, standin’ all alone, in restaurants, on TV shows, with broken arms and deadly charms.

No one ever really knows what’s happening inside someone else’s personal, professional, or family life, nervous system, head, or heart. How can one answer possibly be the right solution for everyone in every single situation?

All the girls workin’ overtime
Tellin’ you everything is fine

I painted this last week while thinking about the erosion of women’s rights, especially the Iowa law outlawing abortion after 6 only weeks. The issue of reproductive freedom is so raw, emotional, personal, tribal, and complex. Our DNA is 99.9% the same, only .01% is what makes us unique, yet America is the most divided I’ve witnessed in my lifetime. Is it even possible to have a rational debate and listen to each other in this political climate?

Sadly, FEAR is far more easily activated and exploited than EMPATHY or CURIOSITY.

All the girls standin’ on their heads
All the girls with the broken arms

All the girls that you’ll never see
Forever a mystery

BE CAREFUL by Patti Griffin

All the girls in the Paris night
All the girls in the pale moonlight
All the girls with a shoppin’ bags
All the girls with the washin’ rags
All the girls on the telephone
All the girls standin’ all alone
All the girls sittin’ on the wire
Who one by one fly into the fire

Be careful how you bend me
Be careful where you send me
Careful how you end me
Be careful with me

All the girls standin’ by your beds
All the girls standin’ on their heads
All the girls with the broken arms
All the girls with the deadly charms
All the girls in the restaurants
Pretending to be nonchalant
Funny girls on the T.V. shows
Close your eyes and they’ve turned to snow

Be careful how you bend me
Be careful where you send me
Careful how you end me
Be careful with me

All the girls workin’ overtime
Tellin’ you everything is fine
All the girls in the beauty shops
Girls tongues catchin’ the raindrops
All the girls that you’ll never see
Forever a mystery
All the girls with their secret ways
All the girls who have gone astray

Be careful how you bend me
Be careful where you send me
Careful how you end me
Be careful with me

For all the parents who are losing sleep
For all the babies that’ll come to be
For all the reasons that are ours to know
It’s my choice and I’m not alone
For every man who’s standing next to me
For queer and trans and non-binary
For everybody with their own body
I will meet you all out in the street, so

Be careful how you end me
Be careful with me

HUMAN GENOME PROJECT about our .01 genetic difference: https://www.genome.gov/about-genomics/fact-sheets/Genetics-vs-Genomics

The HIPAA Privacy Rule requires appropriate safeguards to protect the privacy of protected health information and sets limits and conditions on the uses and disclosures that may be made of such information without an individual's authorization.

Thank you Patty, S. G., Joy, and Madi for both versions of BE CAREFUL.

hey, it’s a summertime thing…


Today I read the New York Times obituary of Paul Ickovic, an eccentric photographer. “Grace Glueck, writing in The New York Times, called him “a wonderfully old-style photographer.”

I wanted to understand my photographic eye a little better after reading about his life. I only looked at June’s photographs through the years. This was not an easy editing process, I could’ve posted 100s of images that mark the start of summer.

“When all is said and done, we are here to ask questions, not to find answers.” —Paul Ickovic

That summer heat has got me feeling lazy
The air is warm and the sky is hazy
People getting down, getting crazy
People getting down, getting stupid, betting crazy

—lyrics from Summertime Thing by Chuck Prophet https://youtu.be/B7VxDzGZppU


here we are caught in the wildfire…


I’ve never played a song on repeat as much as Mandolin Orange’s Wildfire—lyrics by Andrew Marlin. This haunting piece weaves in and out of history through our nation’s fight for independence, the civil war, and the lyricist’s own present-day sorrows.

From the ashes grew sweet liberty
Like the seeds of the pines when the forest burns
They open up to grow and burn again

The harmonies of Andrew Martin and his wife Emily Frantz are truly head & heart-rattling.

This song and these lyrics need to be absorbed…the word my big sister used when she wanted me to lie in the dark and listen to a newly discovered song with her.

Brave men fought with the battle cry
Tears filled the eyes of their loved ones and their brothers in arms
And so it went, for Joseph Warren

It should have been different
It could have been easy
His rank could have saved him
But a country unborn needs bravery

And it spread like wildfire

Wildfire starts with the story of Boston physician and Revolutionary War patriot Joseph Warren, who was killed at Bunker Hill after insisting on fighting as a private, rather than serving as Major General, his recently commissioned rank. —Jody Mace, Glide Magazine (interview link below)


From the ashes grew sweet liberty
Like the seeds of the pines when the forest burns
They open up to grow and burn again
It should have been different
It could have been easy
But too much money rolled in to ever end slavery
The cry for war spread like wildfire


I created this image to show in stark reality the division we are experiencing in America.  The calls for another civil war are so unsettling.

Civil War came, Civil War went
Brother fought the brother, the South was spent
But its true demise was hatred passed down through the years
It should have been different
It could have been easy
But pride has a way of holding too firm to history
And it burns like wildfire


I was a born a southern son
In a small southern town where the rebels run wild
They beat their chests and they swear we’re going to rise again
It should have been different
It could have been easy
The day that old Warren died hate should have gone with him
But here we are caught in the wildfire

Andrew Marlin was born in the small southern town of Warrenton, NC (pop. 862) it was named after Joseph Warren.


It should have been different
It could have been easy
But too much money rolled in to ever end slavery
The cry for war spread like wildfire

Social scientists have long understood race to be a social category invented to justify slavery and evolutionary biologists know the socially constructed racial categories do not align with our biological understanding of genetic variation. The completion of the Human Genome Project in 2003 confirmed humans are 99.9% identical at the DNA level and there is no genetic basis for race.  https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8604262/ 

NOTE: I created images to represent the way our nation was (or is) stitched together out of vastly different geographies, ideologies, philosophies, and experiences.

NOTE: Mandolin Orange now records and tours as Watchhouse https://www.instagram.com/watchhouseband?hl=en

Pink Lisbon


Sometimes when I’m so overloaded with spark & muse I have to narrow my focus. On our last day in Portugal I decided to focus mostly on pink. These images are my ode to the staggering beauty of Lisbon.

acceptance of transformation…


This bouquet of my favorite flowers—ranunculus—has graced our table since Easter Sunday. Every fade and droop has been quite lovely, I’ve appreciated the different stages along the way.

I’m hoping to do the same for myself in this season of life…be a curious witness to the stages of my own transformation. Acceptance that change is inevitable I guess is the first step.

We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses. —Carl Jung, Swiss psychiatrist

Wisdom. . .is knowing what you have to accept.
― Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose

“For a very long time everybody refuses and then almost without a pause almost everybody accepts.”
― Gertrude Stein

One must lie under certain circumstances and at all times when one can’t do anything about them.

Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

poolside hustle and heartache in Miami…


Carol spoke of

her recent real estate commissions

on multi-million dollar properties



great sex

and what is happiness?

next on to pro golf…son on the PGA?


big houses, exotic travel, horses, tennis, and parties

the perils of managing a huge staff

and eventually

escaping spousal abuse in Mexico

she said she had 42 drinks

then laughed

as the sun lowered over Biscayne Bay

and the palm-treed


Miami skyline


Carol’s best friend in the whole wide world

joined us briefly

kissed me on both cheeks

and bought us a round

she was 6’4”


& impressively tattooed

her mother’s first communion image

Dolly Parton in the 70s

in cursive on her ribs

Miss Kleo

a cat she adored

sadly no more

Roxy’s boyfriend

in town from Toronto

had golden hair

and kept to himself

Wayne, once a DC chef

now hustling

restaurant supplies

his own lifestyle brand

and a starving artist friend’s paintings

unlike galleries

he would only take 20%

his million-dollar smile

and easy poolside ways

must make sales a breeze

he found us later

bearing gifts of stickers from his brand

& the Instagram handle of his artist friend


& a little tipsy

I checked out her art


how can I promote her work as well?

Wayne’s hustle was just that good


12 staggeringly helpful words…




We get to choose.

—Rick Rubin (music producer/author) The Creative Act: A Way of Being

ZOOMING IN: Things seem to be falling apart in so many destructive and senseless ways now. When I zoom in on that world-weariness it zaps my energy and I scan for validation about why I feel this way. This makes me respond with judgment, criticism, anxiety, and fear.

ZOOMING OUT: The world is filled with people who are empathetic, compassionate, innovative, generous, and kind. Those stories do not make BREAKING NEWS.

Just imagine all day long learning about heroic acts of GENEROSITY, SELF-SACRIFICE, CREATIVITY, & LOVE.

ZOOMING IN: Focusing, ruminating, and commenting on other people’s words, behaviors, and choices


ZOOMING OUT: I’m only in charge of my thoughts, words, choices, and actions. I cannot force others to think, speak, choose, or act as I do. When I catch myself thinking about what others should be doing—I need to ZOOM OUT and gain more perspective.

“Creativity is not a rare ability. It is not difficult to access. Creativity is a fundamental aspect of being human. It’s our birthright. And it’s for all of us.”

—Rick Rubin

Special Thanks: To my husband, Jeff for finding and downloading Rick Rubin’s book. Rick Rubin, listening to The Creative Act has been quite an education. Thank you.

Link to Audible sample: https://www.audible.com/pd/The-Creative-Act-Audiobook/B0B3L2T9W5?psafe_param=1&source_code=GO1GB547041122911G&gclid=CjwKCAjw_YShBhAiEiwAMomsEBNC7t8wJQncDOxqj3xHKzJQ9mfDTPf8lToLx6b4_6OPrFG4fMH7txoCkk0QAvD_BwE&gclsrc=aw.ds

my dopamine quest?


It looks like I have a group of artists working at my place—a collective of sorts. Maybe directionless creative meandering was just what I needed this week.

“The world is full of fictional characters looking for their stories.”
—Diane Arbus, photographer

“Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant, there is no such thing.  Making your unknown known is the important thing.” —Georgia O’Keeffe

sewing & weaving


I’ve been a stitcher since I was a child. I made clothes and housewares for Barbie. I stitched on my clothes as a young girl and I still do now almost daily.

My work is best described as intuitive or slow stitching…now a huge movement of people wanting to slow down all around the world.

I’ve recently started to weave in various forms.

I’ve been thinking about what the practice of stitching and now weaving means to me now. I looked through my photographs. I didn’t pay much attention to the work, I just noted how I felt.

I’ve never cared much about precision and those who know me would call this an understatement. I find irregularity far more interesting, more of a story there I guess. As I thought about why I’m so drawn to these processes…

something became very clear to me…

Stitching and weaving are meditation to me. Ancient arts that slow my monkey mind down and require presence. Thank you Little Lisa for starting to stitch long ago and continuing this process through all stages of life.

A very special thanks to a few influential stitchers in my life: Aunt Dorothy, Elizabeth Bunsen, and Maggie Pace.

Elizabeth Bunsen: https://www.instagram.com/elizabethbunsen/?hl=en

Maggie Pace: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/sources/maggie-paces-pick-up-sticks/patterns.

ghosts & ruins…


The spark for this series was the moment I noticed that a photo of the stairwell in my home fit with an image from an abandoned farmhouse I shot in South Dakota a few years ago. Seeing the old and new images just hit me about the sense of time and place we all possess. One day perhaps our stairwell will be photographed as ruins.

The stories that ruins of all types whisper to me about history, humanity, grit, and heartache have sparked my interest and been a muse to me since I was a child.

I love the way you can feel the soul of old houses and the area surrounding the properties. I just had to put myself in these places again—PHOTOSHOP allowed me to make this happen.

My daughter, Willa’s photographic eye provided the theatrical images of me taken on Halloween in 2021. My costume goal was: the ghost of a silent film star. I’m not often wearing a gown, or pearls, and sipping champagne. Well, not nearly often enough actually.

Whoever she is, she’s got a story to tell, I just don’t know quite what it is yet.

ruins: the remains of something destroyed

—Merriam Webster

Thank you, photographers, Willa, Mana, and the people who once inhabited this beautiful South Dakota farmhouse. If only the walls could truly talk.

Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.  —Andy Warhol

looking back at 2022…


In 2013 I titled this blog Spark & Muse. Today I looked back at 2022 to see what provided my spark and muse.

Creatively I’m all over the place right now. I tend to create, photograph, and forget. I really want to land on a project and see it through in 2023. I think I need a deadline. That always helps me. #stickwithanyprojectin2023lisa

A few things are clearer to me now after researching me.

  1. I like to shoot flowers as they fade, they are far more compelling to me than perfection.
  2. I see that I shoot images of things that are somehow out of place.
  3. I collect and catalog my beach finds.
  4. I prefer images with negative space.
  5. Our cat Karen gets photographed a lot.
  6. I like taking photographs of fog and rainy windows.
  7. I shoot a lot of pictures when I’m eating raw oysters.
  8. I like to photograph men I meet on the beach.
  9. Color and motion are a spark to me.

Art is never finished, only abandoned. —Leonardo Da Vinci.

In May we gathered to celebrate with lots of treats the life of Renay Mandel Corren—RIP Renay. We listened to the live-streamed memorial service from a bowling alley in Fayetteville, NC. None of us knew her, but her obituary was one of my true delights of 2022. Reading it will make your day. https://www.fayobserver.com/obituaries/m0028451

Everyone has a creative impulse, and has the right to create, and should. —Patti Smith

More sparks…

I barely have words for what Jeff and I witnessed at the Newport Folk Festival in July. Surprise guests, Paul Simon and Joni Mitchell—one of the absolute privileges of my lifetime. Crying with 10,000 music lovers still gives me goosebumps.

Cheers to whatever provides spark and muse to you!

PS I mean it, read Renay’s obituary, here’s the link again.


Because she was my mother, the death of zaftig good-time gal Renay Corren at the impossible old age of 84 is newsworthy to me, and I treat it with the same respect and reverence she had for, well, nothing. A more disrespectful, trash-reading, talking and watching woman in NC, FL or TX was not to be found.

January in South Dakota…


“Under the whole sky there was nothing but the white land, the snow blowing, and the wind and the cold.”

―Laura Ingalls Wilder, The Long Winter

I was going to write about looking back at 2022…


and post some of what I’ve created and done in the last 12 months. However, when I woke up on this last day of 2022 and read Heather Cox Richardson’s Letters from an American daily email, I shifted gears.

“In their fight for their right to self-determination, the Ukrainians and their defenders reminded the United States what cherishing democracy actually looks like.”

—Letters from an American/Heather Cox Richardson


—Ukrainian President Zelensky when the U.S. offered to evacuate him.

“The fight is here; I need ammunition, not a ride.”

What this quote meant to me:  I will grow in maturity and understanding when I stay close to conflict(s), even when confusing, painful, and messy.  Fleeing is easier...and lacking courage.


“The only thing I do know is that we have to be kind. Please. Be kind, especially when we don’t know what’s going on.”

—Waymond Wang from the film, Everything Everywhere All At Once

It's far too easy for me to get defensive and act unkind when I am uncertain or pushed.  This quote is a good reminder to lead with kindness...the universe clearly needs this from all of us now.  

Evelyn Wang, the heroine in my favorite movie of the year is a badass middle-aged female superhero. She gets to see and experience her many lives out in the multi-verse. The film is all about hanging in there with people we love even when the relationship is messy, painful, and complicated. I guess I gleaned almost the same message as the quote from President Zelensky.

There are so many versions of me that have already existed and will exist in the future. I believe I can summon the creativity, wisdom, skills, or total dumbassery of all of them when needed.

Evelyn Wang : There is no way I am the Evelyn you are looking for.

Waymond Wang [as Alpha Waymond]  Every rejection, every disappointment has led you to this moment. Don’t let anything distract you from it.

When a version of me is doing something not particularly interesting, I sometimes wonder what the other Lisas are doing. In 2023 I plan to explore my desire for more theatrics out in the multiverse. I’m not quite sure what that will look like yet, but if I lead with kindness to myself during this time of uncertainty I think I’ll be in good shape.

Thank you, Dan Kwan and Daniel Scheinert for creating Evelyn Wang and this story.

LETTERS from an AMERICAN: https://heathercoxrichardson.substack.com/p/december-30-2022?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=20533&post_id=93881839&isFreemail=false&utm_medium=email

Heather Cox Richardson is an American historian and professor of history at Boston College, where she teaches courses on the American Civil War, the Reconstruction Era, the American West, and the Plains Indians.

imagine a world without color…


Nature is so powerful, so strong. Capturing its essence is not easy…your work becomes a dance with light and the weather. It takes you to a place within yourself.—Annie Leibovitz

These images were all shot where I grew up in and around BURKE, South Dakota. When I edited some without color I noticed how they made me feel. The moody, timeless nature of Black & White photography I find highly swoon-worthy. Perhaps this year, however, traveling during daylight savings time, the colors inspired me. I hope you enjoy the images and share them with others.

PS The horse’s name is Lil’ Bit. Thank you, Brenda.

ode to Autumn…


October makes me really miss my Dad. He loved this time of year, hunting season, college football (Go Huskers), cooler weather, and the birthdays of his daughters and his granddaughter, Kelsea. I adore this photo of three of my favorite Burke, South Dakota fellows, sadly no longer with us.

Left to right: Louie Tolstedt, John Lillibridge, and Jack Broome.

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

  1. South Dakota
  2. Charlotte, Vermont
  3. The Color Factory/Chicago
  4. Josh Bernbaum glass vase/Art at the Kent
  5. Lake Elmore
  6. Adamant, Vermont Store
  7. Backyard color
  8. More backyard color
  9. Stowe, Vermont farm
  10. Fisherman’s View/Sandwich, Mass

what’s your vibe?


Today, my Libra Horoscope was about energetic signatures…this term was previously unfamiliar to me. The concept is rather obvious. However, this quote gave me pause to seek more understanding.

“…we put our thought waves and intentions out into the universe, which alters the ways in which we interact with others and the world as a whole.” —Daily OM, October 18th

Einstein said, “Everything in Life is Vibration”. How we treat people, what we share (both verbally and digitally), and our thoughts, words, and deeds all affect our energetic signature and the way the world responds to us.

Our energetic signature is literally how we vibrate, our own personal vibe.

I just spent a delightful and hilarious weekend in Chicago with friends. I’ve been thinking about how these remarkable women make me feel (like a ROCKSTAR). I was literally responding to the hum of their vibrations. We were vibing.

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

—Maya Angelou

Years ago I was checking out at the grocery store, moving too quickly, not making eye contact, and acting jittery. The young clerk stopped scanning my items and asked me, “are you OK?”.

My vibration was way off and I made her feel uneasy.

I looked her in the eye, apologized, and slowed down. I hadn’t thought about that incident for a long time. This was a wake-up call to me. We’re all connected to each other and our vibe really matters.

Thankfully our energetic signatures aren’t fixed.


Merriam Webster.com

energy: dynamic quality

signature: closely and distinctively associated and identified with someone or something

vibration: a characteristic emanation, aura, or spirit that infuses or vitalizes someone or something and that can be instinctively sensed or experienced


Is who you know yourself to truly be – the same energetic message you extend to the rest of the outward world?