The Mystery of the Muse
As an artist of many mediums, I am fascinated by the creative process… how it works, when it doesn’t work and how to get it started. For help, I turn to…
View from the Treetops
This has been a week of radical ideas perched in my forest of familiarity. Unlike the Green Peace rebels though, these radicals called for cutting some big trees. I started to get nervous.…
Building a Pattern Language of My Own
I have more questions than answers. For me, that makes life interesting. In my first blog, I linked to the site of my favorite book, “A Pattern Language“, by Christopher…
Thriving on Complexity
On a cold morning in March, pedalling along Bush Point Road, I saw this sign. I realized that I didn’t know where I was. My mind was on an inward…
Mysterious entries in my writing notebook
I found this tucked between the pages of my writing notebook: The note arrived as I was preparing to write my first piece for Stella Sunday Afternoons and I was…
Rent vs Own
It’s 3AM and I am listening to the low, pulsing hum of a freighter making its way up or down Puget Sound. The noise I’m hearing is the propeller churning…
Homecoming
When I arrived home from Montana, I expected the Grand Moment… the Ta-da of completion. It didn’t happen. Not only was the job not done… part of what was…
Road Trip to Montana
Somewhere between Missoula and Butte, Montana, John Lennon is singing “Imagine” on the stereo. “Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can…” I start thinking about my bookshelves again. Mostly I…
Stella Sunday Afternoons 