We artists are passionate creatures. Of course, how else do creations birth themselves? Says she on the birthday of her oldest daughter….. And…last night I experienced a phenomenal blow that brought forth sobs from the gut, not to stop until I finally fell asleep. The gift of the new day? This sacred day of my … Read more
Thoughts on a Sunday Morning Every evening, feet in the water. What is it about the ocean? This ocean? That deep vibrating sound of waves building, then breaking, then gently lapping and frothing and you. Mom. Why do you appear at that very moment? Over and over again. Just like the waves? In essence? This … Read more
My orchid that had fallen in love with the palm tree has had babies and my African Violet, after 14 months of non blossoming is birthing as well. 55 years ago I experienced what others call ‘going into light”, ”crossing the threshold”, “crossing over”. I do not share about it. However from this time, here … Read more
As Independence Day is just beyond tonight’s sunset, my heart is sighing, full of hope, yes…but having to balance itself with the agony of loss from FOUR people in crisis that called me this week. Usually when a ‘cluster’ comes to me, it is a mass loss…drownings, shootings, accidents…this is different. Why am I sharing … Read more
In 2000, in NYC there was a Cow Parade…(YES! Cows again!)…there were cow statues all over the city to the EXTREME delight and fun for all… Well….I just learned something SO wonderful! When my great great great great grandfather immigrated from the Netherlands to NYC, (which was hardly a city at the time) he purchased … Read more
This boy. Oberon….Obie. Darling of my heart. Champion of the homeless walk. A teacher. A comrade. A calm gentle force. Julius died in Boulder on my way to LA…..I stayed to spread his ashes in the Mount Chatauqua meadow and stayed and stayed….as it felt right to stay. Almost a year later I googled ‘Golden … Read more
Before the fire, my ‘welcome the morning’ ritual included my singing bowls. There were seven. Their sound was heaven. These bowls had been a gift to me from Norman. He had collected them during his years in Germany, as a t’ai chi master. They had come from Nepal and Tibet, through the hands of holy … Read more
Yesterday evening I was in a chain reaction crash on the 405. I was not hurt, but the woman in the car behind me was. I’m sharing this because universal human survival and instincts in shocking episodes are phenomenal. Fight or flight and we do take action even when trauma is present. This is not … Read more