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....

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 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...

A Tribute

In this bittersweet season of colorful leaves, dying and letting go, I am moved to tell you a little story. My childhood home on Grey Cloud Island was in the country, on an acre-and-a-half lot. There were many trees on the property—in high school I did a biology...

A Slippage in Time

Have you ever been two people at once—two people in one place in two different times simultaneously? Not just in your mind, but in your body? Once this happened to me. January 2010, Kona, Hawaii. I remember the soft bluish green tide pool extending around and below...