Loss, depression, civil unrest,Anxiety, obsession, spiking pandemicHas left me all tangled up Like while knitting a sweaterAnd noticing a faulty stitchI need to unravel toward aPlace before the snarl Solomon tells usTo every thing there is a seasonA time to every purpose under heaven…A time to rend, a time to sewOr in other wordsA time … More Unraveling
Is the purpose of creating art to create in ourselves the art of living? The graphic above is a mandala I created for my daughter ‘s birthday called Lotus Full Circle
Sometimes a question whispers in my ear Sometimes a question shouts in my face How do I assay my purpose In this beautiful, brutal, finite life? Is it a striving to be seen? A craving to be astonished? Can I be buoyed by hope beyond a ritual answer? Then a tiny azure dragonfly alights deepening … More Dragonfly
In the calico garden where bolts line up in even rows of pristine potential she touches the textiles to feel the cloth speak then picks indigo blossoms tilled in a landscape of teal She’ll cut and pin and stitch together a new shirt to get wrinkled and worn and possibly torn fulfilling its purpose to … More Calico Garden
Among one hundred billion galaxies where I am so minuscule, just one tiny soul in the oceans of many does my life have meaning? Do I ask what has no answer? Am I pompous to make such a query? If I subdue the haughty ego does the question go away? Would having an answer serve … More Enigma
Why is one leaf on this autumn path golden, edged in burgundy while another leaf is purple, veined in orange? Why is one tree bursting crimson and another speckled yellow? I’m more like a dappled leaf, flitting from place to place, full of intermingled ideas. Sometimes I long to be the fiery sugar maple consistent and … More Purpose
The cat rests in a pane of light alert for sparks of adventure as is the nature of cats The turtle meditates on a log in the lake stretching its neck to inhale the warmth as is the nature of turtles Mallards gather to swim in the shade feeding with family before their migration as is … More Sunny Day Waltz
Does the bumblebee ask why it forages pollen? Does the tulip maple ask why it blooms? Does the moon ask why she conceals her dark side? The answer to every layer of “why?” contains another layer of questions. When I ponder the myriad why’s of my purpose I suspect it’s more than just following laws … More Why’s
In the calico garden where bolts line up in even rows of pristine potential she touches the textiles to feel the cloth speak then picks indigo blossoms tilled in a landscape of teal She’ll cut and pin and stitch together a new shirt to get wrinkled and worn and possibly torn fulfilling its purpose … More Calico Garden
