Sing It Alive
Sing it Alive...When in unconsciousnesschoices in the darkmay lead to labyrinthine paths When in a hurryopportunities for inner peacemay be passed by unnoticed When in fearthe stifling weight of inactionmay look like boredom Sing it alive -- the...
Don’t Tell
Familiar faces... A mystery - to find out what is really happening.
Sylvia
Speculating on the Antennae I recently went into one of my favorite local art stores - Utrecht - to price some things for a class I will be teaching later this month. It was actually more of an Artist's date. Being open to the creative flow, I made a couple...
Saguro Dreams
Blooming The Saguro in our neighborhood is blooming again. Everyday my husband monitors it on his way to work, and Friday it was blooming. He called me from work to tell me. It is always a big occasion. So many different kinds of things thrive here. I am always amazed...
Medicine Wheel
Standing in the Circle I originally drew this as a sketched idea for a chalk painting (illuminari) which I did up in Auburn in a fundraiser for the symphony. I liked the sketch better than the chalk painting (shown here). There is a vibrant beauty to chalk painting...
Habit of Harmony
So many timesthe song leader stopped themTweaking the soundcorrecting the phraseUntil the habit of harmonycame upon themAnd they forgotto be self-conscious
Whimsy
On the Cusp of Understanding Today there is more sense in nonsense. I've discovered that I am steeped in the moment's texture of silliness and impromptu optimism.
Joy in the Moment
Google "Joy" on thatinternal search engineand click, click, click!--------------------------------Meanwhile, even in Cucamongalife is only one moment at a time
Felicity
All Dressed Up and... I drew this originally when I was working as a secret movie goer person. I had seen The Bridges of Madison County about a dozen times at that point, so I was drawing in the dark of the back row, as I counted people comings and goings in and out...
Truth
Old wisdom wisemay wear disguisesyet bears the same weightof truth on its bones It doesn't agewords of a truth sagethere is no blameno personality attached Different facesa variety of racesthe truth shines trueand our bones recognize it
In the Garden
She Blooms Pencil drawing, photographs, digital painting and poetry ...
Spirit Joy
Singing his songwhich bubbles up Always in a steady streamof Spirit joy He discovered musicin his every moment of life