My Son Playing Piano

Piano prose:

How can you spontaneously compose lyrical, emotionally riveting, crescendo size music……with octave-long chords and no sheet music. Huge climber hands. Pounding out patterns. Circling 5ths. Ear artistry. Pauses. Tender endings.

Mom crying on the sofa.


Tea Shop Paintings

Saku Tea Bar~ Bellingham.  I Currently have an art show hanging here!

This “Tea Shop” collection was painted after a dear friend requested a piece for her tea shop named “Amsu”–in Osaka, Japan. I ended up with more than 9 pieces. I am drawn again and again toward painting expressive faces and hands–adding tea cups and kettles was surprisingly fun for me.

Here are a few pieces from this “Tea Shop” collection:





Artist Statement

My Process

I tend to make rapid choices about what to paint. I often won’t take the time to prep the wood I paint on. For me, all of my interest and energies go into building up the layers–working fast and often sloppy–in the beginning. I do this because the mistakes and surprises are the most compelling part of painting for me. I always work on 4 or 5 pieces at a time, glancing, waiting for the insight I’ll suddenly have about how to finish a piece. I love that moment–and the next hour–more than anything. Watching a face or hand come through into something with true expression is everything. If I’ve accomplished that, I’m happy with the piece.

I’m influenced by Egon Schiele, Oswaldo Gyuasamin, and Jylian Gustlin and love online workshops with Misty Mawn and Jeanne Oliver. Being a Behavioral health therapist and a mom are both creative processes, but its been a tremendous please to discover painting in mid-life.

Laurel Holmes,  Bellingham, WA





Saku Tea Bar, now called 11th Hour Tea~












Forming a friendship gang

Belonging is so key to our well being.

The longest living human beings are women on Okinawa–a tropical island off of Japan. They eat a lot of local seafood and sea vegetable (nori, Kambu, etc). They laugh a lot. But all of them claimed their belonging to a group of friends was the most important aspect of their lives.

It’s ironic that as young teens we orient to friends at any cost. Breaking curfews, begging for more time with friends, skipping responsibilities in order to just hang out with friends….

And our culture forces us to focus on personal interests and careers and self survival for the next 60 years….

And finally…if we’re damn lucky…we can once again return to our friend groups….prioritizing hanging out together…fulfilling an obviously central experience to human well being.

Sigh. Pack animals. Monkeys. She who laughs last, laughs loudest say the Okinawains. 👭👭👭

My wish for all young women and mothers and ageing women – is friendship packs.

If you’re an introvert or struggle with group anxiety, join a women’s group on any topic. Group connections are facilitated and you can relax and enjoy the process.

Belonging is key to our well being. 🌿


I’ve always taken photos like a documentarian rather than a portrait or landscape photographer. I picked this up from my dad-who would randomly take a photo -when nothing but life was going on.

Here are some photos of the interior of the remodel after decorating and sunshine filled the spaces. And a kitty.

Wheatstone Farm Remodel Update

Yep, the month of May 2017 will most likely go down as the most intense month of my life. I’ve had some jam-packed phases in life, where lots of projects and gatherings overlap. But I’ve never packed up an entire house for a move, and simultaneously designed and remodeled another, and then went to my office as usual. Did I mention hot flashing and sleep-deprived? Like shoveling your life through the eye of a needle.

But now we’re moved. And we intentionally made our load much lighter. Ten days ago, with help unloading our belongings off to Goodwill, the dump, and to friends–and then and only then to our new digs. We completed the move away from the giant modern, and crammed nearly all of our belongings into the garage of our sweet little farmhouse.

“Heaven on earth” I thought to myself, disoriented as I am, as I stood on my porch overlooking my new front yard–which is a consists of tall grass and forest. It was a very warm day, and the bright sun  lit up the whole scene like a glowing postcard. These are precious moments, where the deep satisfaction of solving life dream puzzles and building something big, makes my soul sigh.

The true pleasure of doing our own work, with our own hands has begun.

But it ain’t all sunshine and roses. The kitchen remodel began one month before we moved in. And, while the kitchen design thrills me, there have been some crazy obstacles to the actual structural changes to the house along the way. For one thing, our contractor ditched us.  And left us with a design that the engineer cannot figure out. So we still have no building permits as of today.  The byzantine regulations of the 2017 Building Code, mixed with litigious anxiety of all county contractors–has added some troubles as well. Luckily, we have a new contractor, who’s an awesome force of creativity, friendliness, and flexibility. He’s got the ball and he’s rolling. Eventually we’ll get those permits. And, with no actual looming deadlines, we have the luxury of taking each thing in stride and working through it, one call, one design element, and one room at a time.

Here’s a series of pictures where we begin transforming the 1980’s apartment-style kitchen, into a farm style kitchen, complete with wainscoting, shiplap and open shelving:





























Yes, I miss my easel and painting portraits, but transforming the kitchen island has been a creative blast!  We bought a second-hand solid wood dresser with a french twist–to which we added gorgeous turned legs, wainscoting, and shelves:







I’ve thoroughly enjoyed perusing other Pinterest DIY’rs and completing the wood cutting and wood working details with my own tablesaw and chopsaw. I found these tiny brads for puzzling the wood trimming together, and didn’t need to pre-drill. You can see how hodgepodge the island looks with various used lumber from the ReStore. But don’t worry! It will all come together with Halcyon Green and wax…..














I was especially happy with the shelves we added on the end of the island. I love the little filagree piece I purchased almost 20 years ago on our Donovan house renovation. I never found a place for  it, and its been carted around, waiting for its perfect home on this island. Maison heureuse.








Here are some other kitchen renovations from the first phase:

*Removing the dated tile and fluorescent lighting

*Removing, sanding, chalk-painting, and waxing the melamine cabinetry

*adding warmth with wood trimmings everywhere

*adding pulls & knobs that match our design

*agonizing over paint colors for the cabinets and island (final choice: SW Pure White & SW Halcyon Green)

*Upgrading to shiplap walls, with 6″ pieces of plywood- of course I’d love to do every project on my own, but because of our sudden move-in date, we needed to gallop through this first phase of the kitchen renovation. Here’s our pals Alejandro and Alex helping us to hang the shiplap:









Renovation can be an expensive and complex affair, but like the remodel on our Donovan home (adding a second story) in 1999, we are making a big effort to cut the cost of labor and material waste involved in this project. The most obvious cost-saving measure available for homeowners is of course doing most of the work ourselves. “In Mr. Money Mustache terms: if you want to become a bassass, you have to enjoy the hard work of your own projects. “Easier said than done”, is a common refrain among the intimidated, but “It’s much more fun than it sounds” is what those of us in the know say in response. Especially those of us who were raised by total “do-it-yourselfers” like my dad. Hopefully, I have a good handle on most of the basics of building from past experience, but in a project this large, there will be tons to learn.

DIY projects thus far:

bought one new farm home without a realtor;

SOLD one large modern home without a realtor;

moved house on our own (with much help from CL);

began remodel on farm house kitchen;


As  you know from my last remodel update, we’re frugal builders over here, recycling materials and buying supplies through second-hand vendors as much as possible.  So, another challenge is the odd feeling of suddenly becoming one of the biggest consumers in town. Almost every day we have to buy stuff. Tools, materials, and trimmings are needed in abundance for a project like this, and so we’ve spent about $3,000 in one month on the kitchen. 50% of this is labor costs. Wah. But deadlines were real and we had to splurge.

But that’s the tip of the ice berg. We’ll be spending a whole lot more money when we start bumping the living room walls out and adding the wood burning fireplace. Luckily, since we had to dismantle my son’s huge climbing wall in the other house before we moved, we suddenly have a ton of excellent, reusable 2×4’s and sheeting. However, when we start seeing the trucks and forklifts, steel and wood, cardboard and plastic wrap, I’m sure we be squarely faced with the fact that we are chewing up a huge share of our own planet just to build ourselves a dwelling.

Check back for more updates on the Wheatstone Farm!








Radical Remodel: from Lowe’s to Houzz [Our plan & pics]

“to make living itself an art, that is the goal”~henry miller *

When lifes in an easy groove, its satisfying to make ART out of life. But when I’m swirling in unexpected change, money fears, and legal contracts– art will come later. Or will it? Maybe my new house project is my art. Let me explain. We are moving. We are simultaneously buying a house to remodel, and selling a house –FSBO style–all at once. Its been a wild ride. There has been crying, hysteria, late nights, elation, and whiskey.

We’ve been searching for our forever home for 3 years now. The goals have been to radically downsize, enjoy our commute, get away from the freeway noise, remodel/design for maximum happiness, and have a mightily reduced mortgage when we’re all done. After a 3-year search, we finally found it. Well, we finally found the house the inspires the energies it will take to remodel it. And boy, do we have some renovations in store for it.

Doesn’t it look like the sweetest blue farm house in the woods? Here’s the catch: we are downsizing from a modern 3,400 square foot home with 4 bedrooms and 3 1/2 baths with a Frank Loyd Wright view–to a 1,500 square foot, 2 bedroom, 2 bath home–with an unfinished large garage and attic.

The original plan was to take 3-4 months planning things out and giving ourselves time to contemplate facing the implications of downsizing our living space by 1,500 square feet. Moreover, we are looking to reorient the efficiency of how we actually live. But then the big modern house we’re living in suddenly sold. One day we hosted an Open House, then next week we were in fast, personal negotiations with our buyer (more on FSBO later). My husband and I reassesed. We decided to be a bit more adventurous and just go for it: full-power renovations, starting as soon as possible.

So what are we doing?

This 2008 blue house is a textbook example of “tract house.”  Every friend who walked through helping us decide, was, well, underwhelmed. No character, no charm, drinky living room and kitchen, low ceilings, fake flooring, Lowe’s finishings. Bleh.

However. Drum roll please. The location is heaven. The placement of the house is on a generous 2 acres in the woods. If you know Bellingham, our home sits at the base of the beloved Galbraith mountain in the Pacfic Northwest. There are miles and miles of wooded trails out our back door.

On the downside, the kitchen is annoying, there’s no space for a nice sized farm table for friends to gather around, there is no living room space, and there is no master bath, just a tragicomic room with a slanted ceiling over the shower. All the flooring is faux plastic wood with this creepy sheen to it. The front door is distinctly invisible, bizarrely located, and unused. The room over the garage is unfinished, unheated, and inaccessible–except for a tipsy ladder act. Crazy. The house was designed by a guy, and so the garage is huge and magnificent and was full of his motorcycles and cars. Here is a photo of the current South-west side:





The most obvious fix is to bump out the walls on two sides, giving us room for our farmhouse table, a living room to play music with our friends in, add a wood burning fire place to reduce heat consumption –and increase the happy coziness factor. We’ll remove the front door  (locating it on the other side of the house where it belongs greeting people). This will allow us optimal light fixture placement, and room for two sets of french doors and a large Eastern facing window that will give us much light and heat for free – forever.

Upstairs, we’ll add a dormer, tear out the existing awkward shower, and install an efficient European-style enclosed space with clawfoot tub and shower head. Soaking in the tub, a large picture window will reveal tall firs to ponder. Next, a small dormer housing a doorway will connect the attic space (over the garage) into the house. Can we all say “cool guest bedroom” together?


After these most invasive parts of the renovation, everything else should be pretty simple: tearing out stairwell walls to open up the space, building a nice new island with a fat wood slab on top, and adding some farm charm finishes to the kitchen.

On the exterior, I have plans to move the 4 humungous garden boxes from the driveway–to the other side of the house near the kitchen where they belong. We’ll create pathways, fencing, gardens for increasing our grown food, and reducing our food budget.

One final–admittedly, the most exciting personal project for me–will be to remodel the garage into a large open, heated space for hosting personal artwork gatherings as well as music circles. So, the insulated garage needs a gas stove, french doors and windows, along with partition wall for a woodshop area. Outside the french doors, we plan to add a Pergola and vines to bring natural shade for outdoor living. I can already feel the warm breeze as I open the southern facing french doors of the art studio, and step under the Pergola to take a seat in the shade –and finally relax.

Our fabulous contractor has agreed to “rough in” all the engineered projects and get them through the permit process. He starts June 1. Then he’ll pack his tools and move on to many others who love his work. From there, we will roll up our sleeves, take back the projects, and become the badass do-it-yourselfers we aim to be. Searching for cheap materials is lifelong hobby. We’ve got several friends and my talented brother coming to contribute to the finishing. The end result of this big construction project should be a house that is ready for the next 100 years of its life, with a thoroughly personalized, bright and artistic new design and a fairly reduced level of energy consumption to go with it. Stay tuned for more updates as the project progresses.

Laughter & Light

Let’s face it, life is full of stuff for our nervous systems to chew on. Not always fun. Today, I need a break from all of the things my brain is subject to figuring out—I need a good laugh and some light hearted thinking. Let’s start with looking at pictures of people laughing.  This will get our dopamine and serotonin chambers ignited. Then we’ll read something to complete the cognitive good vibe. Sound good? Take a savoring look at each photo for the full effect:

















“The message I wish to import to the children goes something like this:

The world is a wonderfully weird place, consensual reality is significantly flawed, no institution can be trusted, certainty is a mirage, security a delusion, and the tyrant of the dull mind forever threatens– but our lives are not as limited as we think they are, all things are possible, laughter is holier than piety, freedom is sweeter than fame, and in the end its love and love alone that really matters.”
~Tom Robbins.

Express love to the best of your ability today. I’ll try too.

How many Angels can dance on the head of a pin?

Oh Angel! That I never thought I’d paint. I’m not really an angels sort of person– or painter. Talk about stretching my abilities and sensibilities to their full strain.

I saw a piece by Jylian Gustily –and another piece on Instagram that I loved –and had to attempt my own combination. So much fun. Its hard for me to play down bony hands and translucent skin, but I managed.

Here it is in stages. Does anyone love seeing the phases of someone’s painting as much as I do? As I’ve said before, I’m addicted to looking at anything that has a before and after photo.

I’ve included excerpts from a favorite poet–billy collins–to humorously ponder.








Questions About Angels

“Of all the questions you might want to ask
about angels, the only one you ever hear
is how many can dance on the head of a pin.

What about their sleeping habits, the fabric of their robes,
their diet of unfiltered divine light?
What goes on inside their luminous heads? Is there a wall
these tall presences can look over and see hell?

The question is designed to make us think in millions,
billions, to make us run out of numbers and collapse
into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one:
one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet,
a small jazz combo working in the background.

She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful
eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over
to glance at his watch because she has been dancing
forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians.”

“Idea Sex”- Mastering the Intersection

I’ve said before how I love James Altucher‘s thought process–even if it is off-grid, cryptic, or unsavory to listen to (his personal stories and insights are painfully hard-earned). He is an Idea Machine. Here’s one that is so super fun I had to write it out:

Making your ideas have sex. “Idea Sex.” Here’s Altucher:

“Stan Weston had an idea that would change the lives of little boys forever. He knew that girls liked to play with dolls. But boys had no dolls to play with. Boys liked guns and action. Dolls + Action == ??He made a doll based on a soldier, gave it a plastic gun, and called it an “action figure”. He named it GI Joe. Stan Weston didn’t come up with the newest newest new thing. All he did was combine the simplest concepts and made something that millions of kids loved. ‘The best way to make a living with your imagination is to develop innovative applications, not imagine completely new concepts.’”

That’s it. Make two lists of what people love. Combine them. Have fun. The best ideas always come from mating. Think of Hollywood. When they pitch an idea its never just “I have this idea”. Its always “It’s “Tarzan” meets “My Dinner With Andre” ”When you says “its like X +Y” then people all lean back and their own elegant imaginations begin to dance with your ideas.

Mating two unlikely bedfellows, for fresh possibilities. Like

Peeping Tom + social platform = Facebook.

Peeping Tom meets Photo Camera App = Snapchat.


Here’s some things I’m wanting to innovate new forms or processes for:

acrylic painting







organic building structures





playing fiddle

playing mandolin

playing piano


photo books


homestay students

senior photos

systems for creating

systems for planning





reducing Iphone addiction

gut health

artistic lifestyle

goal setting

getting in the woods

Feel free to apply x+y to these for me, and leave innovations in the comments. I’d love that!

Example: I need someone to shop for a car for me. I have to let this old Beetle go. But you’d have to really know me and care that I got something that makes me happy. In return, I would paint them a picture. Or something else personal. Where is the online business for that? Online friending crossed with meaningful services. 

Here we have a bit of idea sex: how to paint something others like + how to use your photos. This is how I see Ivy Newport’s online class “figurescapes.” She takes printed pictures, makes copies, uses gel medium to adhere, embellishes with drawing, and then paints the pictures. A little unlike “paint by numbers” which was another version of idea sex from the 60’s: maps + paint + numbers= possible okay painting.

Here’s a couple of my paintings. I love seeing process, and so always try to show my own.