When you are stripped bare and are so transparent you feel as though you have no skin. When time is suspended and the world opens up to a new possibility that you could never have imagined. When the scent of honeysuckle in the night air or the tender kiss from your child makes your heart…
A little thingie I cut out from a magazine and put on a collage. I love this: “This isn’t just a course in art, it’s a course in living.” It reminds me that OUR LIVES ARE OUR WORKS OF ART. It’s my picture. I think I’ll get out my brush and paint some more broad,…
As a final farewell to each man I have loved and lost–whether by your deceit or mine, your projection or mine, your fears or mine–I offer this poem by Lord Byron. Today, I choose love and truth. Today, I choose joy. WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted…
Let your heart melt. Love is worth it.
This is how you change when you go to the orchard where the heart opens: you become fragrance and the light that burning oil gives off, long strands of grieving hair, lion and at the same time, gazelle. You’re walking alone without feet, as riverwater does. The taste of a wine that is bitter and…
The love between my girls is so inspiring to me. They are so loving and dear with each other my heart bursts watching them together. Their touch is so gentle and loving. It’s pure, platonic and exquisite. Yesterday, I was visiting one of my dearest friends. She was in need of some nurturing so I…