A Ritual to Read to Each Other

If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider-
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give-yes or no, or maybe-
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.

~ William Stafford

collage | GARY KOMARIN

JuanaDraw @ JUANA Camp

RIP, Wayne Dyer

MAD Meditations

Shed the past each morning as the serpent sheds her skin. 
Each breath is a potential fresh beginning, an invitation to begin anew
 + to see our situations from unfamiliar perspectives. 
We may be asked to evaluate an old fight in a new way 
or to reconsider our assumptions about an old adversary. 
We may be asked to surrender our ideas about what should be 
or to accept, at long last, that a particular relationship 
no longer supports our growth the way it once did and it's time to go. 
It may feel uncomfortable to move out of habituated stances, 
but the pain of trying to make everything stay the same then grows 
until we are forced to drop our attachments so that we can grow 
into a new, happier, more truthful version of ourselves. 
When things or people leave us, 
it's often only because we didn't heed our own inner voice 
when it said softly Something here is not right + leave ourselves. 
Know that when we agree to release, 
the universe is then empowered to create the next set 
of circumstances we need to grow more fully into ourselves. 

I release what doesn't serve me. 
I welcome what does 
with balance, strength, and love.

Sundays @ JUANA Camp

RIP, Oliver Sacks

#enormous heart

{ drawing by Wendy MacNaughton }

If you haven't already given yourself the many
gifts of this beautiful mind then 
start with the Oliver Sacks reading list

His final tweet, six days ago.

MAD Mermaids

It's hot as Hades today so JUANA Camp has moved
to the pool with MAD Mermaids, Cool Cowgirls,
and endless imagination!


MAD Hatters


MAD Missives

FAVOURITE BOOKS | Glenn Ligon + Alice Waters

ANTICIPATION | The Story of the Lost Child


painting: ENOC PEREZ

SMOKE, 1967

Another favourite today was Tony Smith's SMOKE
which reminded me of that tarantula 
that visited my studio  a few weeks ago.

She excitedly picked out all the Picassos
and a few Giacomettis . . . .

Jesus Rafael Soto's PENETRABLE

JUANA Camp LA continued this afternoon
with a visit to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art
where we first encountered Jesus Rafael Soto's very popular
interactive installation, Penetrable, hundreds of spaghetti-like
rubber hoses suspended from an iron base in the museum's courtyard.


Bottega Louie was a big hit with the bedraggled dancers.
Set inside the historic, 100-year-old Brockman Building
in downtown LA, it is one of the most beautiful, airy, elegant, and 
spacious restaurants I have ever seen. It also has a gourmet market
and French patisserie where we scored some outrageously 
delicious macaroons to bring back to our friends in Ojai!
Joons unequivocally declared it her favourite restaurant in the world
which demonstrates just how spot-on and discerning her taste is at 8 3/4.
All we ate was the pizza, but hey . . . "-)

T.S. 1989

Tonight's JUANA Camp LA finale was a HUGE surprise!
Not only did Joons not know that The Girls were joining us for dinner,
but we had convinced her that we were all going to the rodeo
afterwards and that's why we were all giggling with excitement.
As we strolled over to the Staples Center, she finally noticed all the little
girls dressed up as TS, carrying WE LOVE YOU, TAYLOR signs.
She pulled on my arm and told me there was a concert here tonight.
When I feigned my surprise, insisting it was the rodeo, she said, 


It took her quite some time to get over her utter shock + disbelief when 
she realized the rodeo we'd been hyping all day was actually
about to be her first concert . . .  TS 1989, 
with guest appearances by
Selena Gomez, Lisa Kudrow and Justin Timberlake.

A night to remember forever . . . .

Thank you Megan, Maria, and Tiffany for being
part of this very special evening . . . .