I got my hair cut this morning, shorter than I like but then it can grow into my favorite length (and then some) before cutting it again. Sometimes I think of my life in terms of the spaces between haircuts. The spaces between Thursday grocery trips. The spaces between Thanksgivings. My husband and I celebrated ten years of marriage yesterday and it feels like a blink and an eternity at the same time. The sun goes up and down, I fill up and run out of gas, and yet when I step into my studio all of that seems to disappear. I think only of making something beautiful and hope that wherever it ends up, it let’s other people pause in all of their tasks and breathe in beauty too.