On Thanksgiving
I’ve always loved Thanksgiving. I loved the food, the emphasis on gratitude and harvest, and the gathering with family and/or friends during a time of increasing cold and darkness. I never believed or highlighted the national myth around the holiday in these...A Mystery of Childhood Mementos
I wish I’d remembered to take a photo of my childhood jewelry box. When I was about 8 I wanted one with a ballet dancer who twirled en pointe when you opened the box—all the rage at the time. Instead, my parents gave me one painted with French poodles sitting at a...Snakes
Snakes appear often in my art, and have for years. Snake also emerged as my animal/symbol for 2022. Is there a message here? Over millennia, earth-honoring cultures around the globe have carved snakes on rock art and painted them on pottery. Because of their ability...Angry
I’m angry. You know why. I bet you’re angry too. Plenty of reasons in the news, and more every day. Hard NOT to be angry about something these days. My anger is deep. Feels centuries old. I think it IS centuries old. At times my fury creates hostile, venomous...Generations and Generations
Memorial Day. An experience I had in 2015 on a spiritual tour in Ireland popped into mind. I haven’t thought about it for a long time, yet it was one of the most powerful experiences I had there. And it is asking to be told today. About two-thirds of the way through...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)
