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...

Earth Prayers–A Reprise

A year ago, after a couple trips to Lake Superior, I posted how I had begun there a regular practice of creating earth altars—how energizing it was to create them, why and how I created them (as an intuitive co-creation with the life around me and anchored by an...

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...

Color and Line

There are several topics I intend to explore here in the coming months, but the war in Ukraine has dissolved my words right now. I’m so weary of eons of glorified dominance and control. Which leaves me sadly subdued. When I’m not weary, I’m angry. Or in some kind of...