Getting Into the Swing

Even though most of you know I am a playful person, I haven’t been feeling very playful these past months. But Thursday at my physical therapy appointment I unexpectedly amused myself (and my PT). Let me back up.   When you were a kid did you like to swing your legs?...

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...

Playing With Numbers

I believe that when we create, no matter what it is—a meal, a song, a garden, an altar space, a drawing, a knitted scarf, a haiku—we align with, and amplify, the creative life/love energy of our planet. Especially when our creation also feeds our wonder,...

Taking A Breath

At Albany Bulb with Elaine Side by side on a log by the bay. Sunlight. Unleashed dogs, prancing through surf, almost exploding out of their skins with perfect happiness. Dogs who don’t know about fired park rangers, or canceled health research, or tariff wars,...