stephanie thomas berry

On Thursday I have a workshop on Professional Development at Penland School of Crafts. I’m looking forward to it, albeit a little nervous, too. But a good nervous. I’ve been working slowly but surely on painting my studio and revamping my website. Squeezing in a little art here and there, but [...]

I woke first to rain, dappled and splashy. But so glad of its lullaby that of course I fell back asleep, and then found myself wanting to start this morning slow and delicious, in a welcoming sort of way, rather than the trumpet-call of “hurry, hurry, hurry.”
It went well, if one does not gauge [...]

I am certain that we are all riddled with holes of one sort or another, our sweet muscle and tender flesh burrowed with the maze of a dark emptiness. Some good aspect of ourselves, unable to express itself with its natural song, turns inward, mumbling and hungry, pushing itself deep into the folds of [...]

The path of the ancients, of the First Peoples, still winds it way through the forest of humanity. Indeed these paths are nearly innumerable. But I was born on the highway, with the rush of cars and semis, where the Spirits dared not dwell, and the one god was a Man in a [...]