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....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...Generations and Generations and Generations
For more than 150 years Memorial Day has been a special time to honor the dead, particularly those who died in war. Though it’s not just those who die who suffer in war. The energy of war is everywhere–not just in declared wars, but in the anger and...A Limerick for You, With Love
I know I should write you a blog But I’m finding my mind all a-clog, World events and at home Starve my word-making loam, Even everyday tasks are a slog. But I color and sing and make art, Try to listen and tend to my heart. Though that means I must mourn: Part of why...Share This Post
Welcome to Whisperings
“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi
I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)
