I woke up today and simply couldn’t believe I was alive. This happens every year on this day. The day I stopped drinking in 2011. The greatest gift I ever gave myself, the gift that keeps on giving, the gift that keeps me writing to you, the gift that keeps me alive one day at a time. Happy lucky thirteen to me.
There have been a few moments in the last few years where I felt so close to a drink it was almost unbearable, and yet I made it to the other side. Today my freedom from the first drink is spacious and buoyant and as iconic as the Northern Lights.
Last year I invited people to apply to Window Place, the artist residency at my house tucked up on the hill in Cedar, MI. It wasn’t quite the right format or time, but today I am pleased to open the experiment back up for Spring, Summer, and Fall visitors to stay in the camper with their own small studio in exchange for help stewarding the land. You can read all of the details here