I use the notion of heart and soul when creating a finish, the color should romance you while the way it is applied should remain mysterious. Our golden result was juicy, warm, and powerful. But was it sexy?
The Blue Floor, a lesson in faith
Back in the eighties, my corporate boyfriend, now my husband, prompted me to write a purpose and vision statement to define my fledgling decorative art company. My favorite line? “I do this work to keep open a channel for prayer.” This remains a reliable guide. I know...
Death Valley Valentine
The trip to the desert, our last vacation before our wedding, was my idea, an homage to the end of our twenty-two year engagement. Now we’re back home, and as Chuck finishes downloading photos from Death Valley I climb the spiral stair to his tower office and study...
The Echo of Essence
One summer when I was still a small girl, my father—thin as a crane back then—crouched beside me on a big, flat rock, his arms and knees akimbo. His hand was steady on my shoulder as we watched the American River surge around us. I remember feeling the cold edge of...
Come with me
Come with me, then, and see what I see that strengthens my resolve
Monet’s Garden… almost
I wonder, do you have colleagues who inspire trust, invite you to collaborate, to generate joy?
In Search of the Color GREEN
In the early 70’s I spent a year and a half with my young son, alone in the middle of thousands of acres of rolling grassland. When we settled into the small farmhouse this landscape seemed empty. Soon Jamey and I set out toward clusters of low trees on far away...
Equity in America: An Invitation
When morning came I read aloud the incantation and dank every drop of the charged moon water. May I be brave, may I be true, at the ready to do my job well, the job of being human.
When Darkness Comes
…what is so precious about what we have known? Wonder and illumination exist beyond what we know…
Greet the light and widen the lens
The travesty of George Floyd’s murder, and the relentless replay of it, tore the top off the blister of 400 years of racism festering in our country. In the weeks following, like many white people, I read books, watched films, and meditated. Each week I hoped to post...