. I look in the mirror and see, finally see, my oldness. It’s been coming slowly enough that i was able to ignore it for quite awhile. But, now the image in my brain has finally caught up with reality. I can see why so many have compared aging to the changing of the seasonsContinue reading “coming of age”
Art is fairly simple to define. Art: What anyone does at any given moment. Your life. . Can you see that everyone does art? Do your art well. Use creativity and care. And most of all, do it in Love. ✜
I like images of windows and reflections. When i took this photo, i was parked in front of a shop with a semi rolling by. I waited for the semi…watching it in my rearview mirror. It was a lot more exciting than the other side of the street or the other cars. It even putContinue reading “friday photo”
An excerpt from Hal Borland’s Twelve Moons of the Year Migrating Monarchs . September 27 Frost has come to rural fields and gardens and the fires of life burn low in the insect world. The bugs and beetles are nearing the end of their time. Crickets and katydids seem to sense it; when you hearContinue reading “Hal Borland”
. Art is for everyone. Hey, I know it’s a small word, but it covers a lot of ground. The origin of this word gives us a look into what art is all about. It came from Gk. arti “just,” artios “complete, suitable,” artizein “to prepare;” L.artus “joint;” Armenian arnam “make;” Ger. art “manner, mode”), from root *ar- “fit together, join” . To make, prepare orContinue reading “what is art ?”
I am thinking out loud here… about online communication and friendship compared to face to face communication and friendship. It has occurred to me to leave this comparison for a moment to think about communication, and to think about friendship. I’m awed at the possibilities within communication. And i think that perhaps friendship is a wordContinue reading “within”
The Coffee House was a home when Peter, Sydney and I first built our house in the Newberg area. The folks that were living there were just turning the garage into a coffee place. This photo is of the garage and the covered outdoor seating. Eventually the owners moved out of the house and theContinue reading “friday photo . the coffee house”
body old forced to see death in my tightly gripped hands fingers uncurl as they should have done more body young i did not want to see to know what i now know that life is death and handing it over opening my hands over and over is the real Life giving relationship between GodContinue reading “matter of life and death”
my undoing of the layers tightly worn in longing and mourning fall to their death around my feet and the muse if there is one will have none of it .
i’m dangerous you see you might get Love from me and who knows what could happen under the influence of such powerful stuff you know it could be catching and do we really want this? why this could cause a Love riot in the streets or worse . .
broken in like old boots my grip on Love has changed while Love i find has always stayed the same .