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....Turn of the Seasons
Turn of the Seasons As I take a turn around the garden I watch the leaves, turned to gold, Turn and swirl as they fall, Making a downturn to the ground. Later they will turn to mush. We have turned a corner. What shall we turn away from now? Don’t...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...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,...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)
