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....

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...

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...

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...