Redemption
I couldn’t find it again…the one line on which the novel pirouetted. The turn was near the end and once I read it, I began to float through the final…
living creatively in a complex world
I couldn’t find it again…the one line on which the novel pirouetted. The turn was near the end and once I read it, I began to float through the final…
The customs agent looked at my list and eyed me suspiciously. “Brass hardware??” “Yes”, I said, and happily held up my small plastic bag of delicious patina. Clearly he did…
In a field where horses used to graze there is an oval path of laid down grass. That path was not made by the horses. It was made by dirt…
Last Friday my beloved and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary. Since we are both artists, we enjoy including handmade gifts. I was inspired by a postage stamp of this…
My fingernails are green. No, it’s not a new disease or a work or art. It’s spring. And I finally got my priorities straight. Usually at this time of year,…
And so it was that I continued my studies about “Art and Fear”, looking further into my own story as it unfolded. I set my sights on beginning, but my…
Metaphorically speaking that is. I’m reading Parker Palmer‘s “A Hidden Wholeness” again at the urging of that “still, small voice within”. He begins his Prelude with this: “There was a…
Add it to your lexicon: Pinteresting; (verb), Collecting images via the internet by “pinning” them onto “boards”. This is the virtual version of cut and paste, minus the paste part.…