Real Life

It always feels a bit humbling when I what I think I know—know intellectually that is—turns out to be only a fraction of reality, reminding me that knowing something and experiencing it are two different things. Our yard is my most recent example. Three years ago,...

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....

The Place of Caught Breath

Here we are at a cosmic portal: the dark of the moon,  at the darkest time of the year,  about to embark on the longest night.    And the darkness around us on the world scene is deep, as deep as most of us have seen in our lifetime.   Yet, we also know...

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...

A Pause to Marvel

I’m taking a breather from you-know-what.  To ponder a wonder hidden in plain sight. I was probably 40 years old before I ever tasted pomegranate. Pomegranates weren’t available in Minnesota when I was growing up—but then, for us oldsters so many foods we now enjoy...