Memoria Arts

finding the art of the everyday

  • An elusive thing…

    I have been struggling so much lately to find any identifiable rhythm that brings some order to my days. It’s not the first time I’ve been through a season like this, but it is the first time that it is ME and my energy level that are standing in the way of finding some order….

  • Fiction reads…

    A fiction stack this week, with comfort reads thrown in for good measure…things have felt too heavy to really engage with non-fiction, so I gave myself permission to take a break. I *did not* like Arms of Deliverance (Tricia Goyer). I own some of her other books, so when I saw this in the used…

  • The rails of routine…

    I feel that I have bad writing habits carried over from school years; the most egregious, of course, is trying to force my writing to a close, wrap it up in a bow by the end of the show sort of closing. End on a high note! End on a call to action! Close with…

  • Swimming through mud…

    These are two recent shares from the sketchbook on Insta. The gnomes are from almost a year ago, June 2020, and the house hidden in the trees is from June 2021. It’s very appropriate to put these two side by side in my mind. When I drew the gnome friends, I had very recently been…

  • Bits and bobs…

    I am trying to remember to come over to the blog and post the recent ruminations from Instagram, as I know many are leaving the service. (I myself left Facebook, yet again, last week.) I don’t think I really have a grasp on how I want to use social media anymore. I know parts of…