and so it goes
my heart, like a sea anemone
closes up when it is touched
(even softly)
it soon reopens
ready to be touched again
and so it goes
my heart, like a sea anemone
closes up when it is touched
(even softly)
it soon reopens
ready to be touched again
and so it goes
my days of feeding the hungry ghosts are over the men (and sometimes women) who hover on the outside wanting to steal my soul and put my spirit–my light–in a gourd to drink from when they are empty or sad or lonely no more! yes i see your pain and sorrow and yes, you are…
Mixed media on plywood. The shapes were cut from a watercolor my three year-old painted.
Sunset for Photo Friday. Taken in the San Juan Islands, Washington State USA
One Song by Rumi Every war and every conflict between human beings has happened because of some disagreement about names. It is such an unnecessary foolishness, because just beyond the arguing there is a long table of companionship set and waiting for us to sit down. What is praised is one, so the praise is…
This is not my finest photo but it cracks me up. I hope it brings a smile to your face. 🙂 This was part of a photoshoot I did with my daughter, Alexandra.
mixed media on unstretched canvas | part of a series using excerpts from Anais Nin’s book , “Seduction of the Minotaur” I have reached the conclusion that sacrificing one’s own desires for the sake of others is not the Way. I believe that to truly live a life of service, I must remain true to…