Less that a year ago I was jonesin’ to be here — getting ready for the big move up north. New town. New house. New studio. In my head, I...
The Landscape of Connection
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Courting the Muse
AKA Confessions of a Recovering Realist
No More Stinkin’ Navel Gazing
Direction: Forward 4 PM, and I'm jonesin' for coffee I really really want some! Not for the buzz — I’ve gotta get some sleep tonight — I...
Noticing (Part 3): Connections
Healing isn’t a solo act. My son is alive today because of his connections. His village. The friends who stepped in when he was too sick...
Noticing: First Night (Part 2)
This is part 2 in a short series on how noticing and bearing witness during difficult times shape creativity. Read Part I here. Arrival I...
When Noticing is the Work (Part 1)
I knew something was wrong with my son. Not what it was. Just that it was. It was a mother’s knowing, the kind that settles in your gut...
Courting the Muse: Movin’ on Up
(This post is part of a weekly series for subscribers exploring the creative process—one prompt at a time.) This week's creative prompt:...
Courting the Muse: The Power of Story
This post is part of my series, Courting the Muse. Subscribers to my email list receive a weekly prompt focusing on one aspect of...
Courting the Muse: A Touch of Color
This post is part of my series, Courting the Muse. Subscribers to my email list receive a weekly prompt focusing on one aspect of...
You can take the girl out of the studio but…
Once upon a time I had a studio, a magical place filled with light from four skylights and three walls of windows. The fourth wall was the...
November
November has a bad rep. Cold. Dark way too early. Leaves that stunned in October with colors so brilliant you took hundreds of photos that...
Susan Lobb Porter
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The Landscape of Connection
I thought I was learning a new place. Roads, light, weather. Turns out I was learning something else — how connection shows up before you feel ready for it.
The Noticing Manifesto
A quiet reflection on how a simple daily practice of noticing — first with my aging horses, and later in the morning light — reshaped the way I see creativity. A manifesto on attention, connection, and why noticing might be where the real work begins.
No More Stinkin’ Navel Gazing
No more stinkin’ navel gazing. A puppy, a sunrise, and a half-built studio are pulling me forward — one small act of noticing at a time.
Re-entry
Noticing (Part 5): Heading Home
I flew out the day he was released from the hospital. He was safe. The watch had changed, and I headed home under a sunset that refused to end.
