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....The Place of Caught Breath
Here we are at a cosmic portal: the dark of the moon, at the darkest time of the year, about to embark on the longest night. And the darkness around us on the world scene is deep, as deep as most of us have seen in our lifetime. Yet, we also know...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...Searching for True North
I want to write a blog on the wonder of pomegranates, and I will, sometime soon. But the slam of edicts coming out of Washington this past week—edicts that adversely affect millions of people, including family members and friends— spawned in me grief and rage....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)
