Return of the Wind

Aaah…the wind has returned.  My shoulders relax, my mind stills. I hear the ssshuush in the treetops; watch the flickering light in the leaves, a myriad of greens tossing in the breeze. Follow an occasional leaf or stick or seed as it twirls free to the ground. Notice...

A Visual Stroll

    I’m feeling tired and oddly amorphous these days. Coherent thought, linear planning—even “soft” planning—is elusive. I’m trying to be patient as I dance with physical challenges and house clearing that feels endless. Yet most of the time I also feel...

Fruit and Death

Autumn Haiku  Sprawled on sunny ground Crunchy leaves and dusty grass Scent of fruit and death  AEP 10/9/20 Fruit and death. The scent of autumn, and what comes to mind as I clear out the house we’ve lived in for nearly 30 years. Finding things long forgotten,...

Regarding Baskets

“I was told there would be a handbasket.” This meme, popping up everywhere it seems, made me chuckle when I first read it weeks ago. Yet lately it hasn’t seemed so funny. Looking at photos and videos from California, Oregon and Washington have more literally brought...

An Art Path In a Pandemic

Oh my, here we are.   This painting is several years old, but eerily it makes me think of the virus, its stealthy infiltration of our systems and our cities.     The last week has been a hard one for me because I have been awash in fear and grief. Not...

Respite from the Mind

I’ve just returned home from several enchanted days on Lake Superior. My greedy mind — muted for awhile by movement, story, song, beauty, affection, and silence — now wants to read mail, catch up on national news, make necessary appointments, resume tasks set...