I savor slowness.
I grew up on the Gulf coast of Florida in what was then the sleepy little town of Sarasota.
Most of my childhood memories revolve around connection to the natural world: long days gardening with my dad, fishing the Myakka River alongside big gators that looked like body builders, horseback riding for hours through the orange groves behind our house, and hiking waste deep in the leech-laiden Fakahatchee swamps.
I carried my sketchbook everywhere, spent my nights in the back yard on a lawn chair, gazing in awe and amazement at the starlit sky, and could never fully satisfy the existential questions that always consumed me.
My father’s work as an environmental scientist gave me up close experiences with nature that many folks never get and wired in me a love of the wild that has endured. It is the place I go to remember what is right and real in a turbulent world. It is where I hope my children will turn to find their deepest truths when life throws them the bigger curves.
My mother’s love of cooking, creativity and entrepreneurial skill planted the seeds of possibility in my psyche. Her unconditional support and readiness to make her ideas manifest taught me, for better or worse, how to always follow my impulses.
The rest is written in these blog entries where I intend to not only take you along the winding path of life, health, love and loss, but point you back to your own Source of inspiration and connection to the land and relationships that nourish, heal and sustain you.
<3,
Caz
