July Jumble

Well, this summer has been quite a jumble Every day there’s more reason to grumble Lists of things that need doing Most of which I’m eschewing S’pose my failing attempts keep me humble. Shall I mention appointments with docs? Quite a few, but no terrible shocks As my...

We Are Inevitable

In honor of International Women’s Day and Women’s History Month, I am posting a limerick I wrote in 2018 when Brett Kavanaugh was appointed to the Supreme Court. I revised and expanded it in 2020 when the Senate Judiciary Committee rammed Amy Coney Barrett onto the...

Lessons from an Archive of Warriors

As you know, most of my art is abstract. When I have painted faces over the years, most of them are cheerful or playful or emanate a spiritual teacher vibe. But not all; there is another group that I loosely think of as angry warriors. Perhaps it’s the Epstein files....

Holding It All

We—most of us—are having to learn (or hone our ability) to hold it all. Not necessarily because we want to, but because we know we must. In order to be fully alive and for our lives to have meaning. And so we aren’t knocked flat or just go to sleep. I am...

Themes and Variations

I’ve just finished putting together the Soundtrack of My Life. Not a survey of music that was popular during various eras I have lived through. Not simply songs I’ve loved. This is a list of songs that at different times resonated deeply with me, that persisted, or...

Eyes to the Unknown

So much swirling these days, within me as much as without. (Aging is not fun! Except sometimes it is.) Change is happening so incessantly and so fast that I’m forced to practice literally touching the earth, the natural world, in order to counteract the sense that the...