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Continue reading →: Imaginary Lives
One exercise in The Artist’s Way asks: “If you had five other lives to live, what would you do in each of them?” It’s an exercise in imagination, but also a way to reconsider if what we’re doing is what we’re supposed to be doing, and if there are any…
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Continue reading →: A Sense of Safety
Week 1 in The Artist’s Way is all about feeling safe to practice your art. It’s called “Recovering a Sense of Safety.” Basically, it’s an exploration of all of the subtle ways we were told over the years that we couldn’t be artists. This includes negative messaging from others (parents,…
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Continue reading →: Walking the Artist’s Path
Three or four years ago, I stumbled across a copy Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way at a thrift store. I knew that this was a nudge from the Universe, because I’d had the book recommended to me just a few days before. Even so, as things tend to go with…
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Continue reading →: The Feels
The other day on a group therapy call, I said something in passing that the facilitator asked me to repeat. In the moment, I was a little confused why he’d be interested. But from the “ooohs” and “whoas” from the rest of the group, I appeared to have hit on…
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Continue reading →: What’s Next?
Things aren’t going well. I wish I could say that they were. I wish I could say that I am happy, healthy, thriving, hopeful for everything to come. The truth is that I have always felt like a failure, and nothing has changed. I want a way out of this…
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Continue reading →: This Time Next Year
I am sexy. I am attractive.I am creative.I am powerful. I am confident.I know my worth.I don’t accept less than I deserve.I demand connection and truth from those around me.I am attracting wealth.I have time to rest and care for myself.I am making big, beautiful, impactful art.I am changing lives.I…
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Continue reading →: Pointlessness
It’s 12:05 a.m. on a Tuesday morning, and I’m the only one awake in the house. I’m 41, overweight, blistered with red ant bites on my ankles and hormonal acne at my jawline. My breasts (ample DDs) point to the sides, so it looks like I’m flat chested if I’m…
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Continue reading →: Thoughts for the Coming Year
“Close your eyes and imagine the best version of you possible. That’s who you really are, let go of any part of you that doesn’t believe it.” -C. Assaad I am 41, and I am tired. There’s not enough time for me to write about all of the things of…
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Continue reading →: Intentionality
There’s a lot in motion in my life right now. I’ve found out so much about myself over this past year, and had so many small revelations. Some seem inconsequential, or nearly so. Others can be puzzling, or encouraging. All are enlightening in their own ways. I only have 30…
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Continue reading →: CommunicationI’ve always loved singing. I often tell people this, but sometimes it feels like they don’t quite understand what I’m saying. They agree, because don’t the majority of us enjoy music in some way or other? Babies love to hear lullabies, and toddlers jam out with percussion on pots and…
Hello,
I’m Nova
I have no “personal brand.” I’m not a girl boss, I’m not an influencer, and I don’t aspire to be powerful, inspiring, or rich. I probably can’t teach you anything, and there’s a good chance that there’s nothing at all of interest or use to you here. This is just where I come to talk about the random bits and pieces that make up my quiet life as a sober woman in her 40s. I’m engaged to the love of my life, have six (yes, SIX) indoor pets, and spend a lot of time gardening and hunting for thrift treasures. I also study classical voice (I’m a lyric coloratura soprano) and am deeply interested in all things spiritual and paranormal. Right now I’m trying to recover from career burnout and even out my personal energy, but my eventual goal is to become a medium and shamanic healer, using music to remind humans of the things that actually matter: connection, community, and loving all living things as though they were our own children. I may or may not talk about all of these things here (and sometimes all at once). Welcome!
Compass & Quill 