We are in the earliest days of this sea change. Losing heart now is not an option. Yesterday a package arrived from China, elastic I sourced from Etsy months ago. Upon opening the package thirty-one individually sealed, single use surgical masks cascaded out, along...
Vulnerability becomes STRENGTH when forgiveness is extended.
For thousands of years color has been used to elevate mood, to heal, to delight, and to calm. In ancient Egypt the God Thoth was credited as the founder of the art of “healing with color”. In ancient Greek mythology, Hermes ruled healing with color, as well as...
In the Quai Branly museum in Paris a few years ago this clay totem captured my attention. And now, during isolation, I wonder again at his markings. Are the bands across his eyes a symbol of energy, or of knowing, or of wonder? Maybe worry. He peers out at our modern...
In 1968 I was eighteen when my son, James, was born. A complication caused a severe bleeding disorder and in the hours that followed I floated off into the wild blue yonder, dissolved into the vibration of color and sound, a delight beyond my power to explain. Each...
In troubled times I always turn to nature. Before I began to talk I shared a language with trees and birds and the sky, a kind of awe of appreciation. So watching hawks glide overhead and currents rippling in the river will always soothe me, even thinking of these...