In-formed by Love, not News
The gruesome experience “informed” his art. The break-in and near death experience, “informed” his life’s course. The death of her mother by suicide “informed” her field of study. The assault she survived “informed” her very life. What happens in our lives in-forms us. What we experience forms us, on the inside. We say we live in an […]
Sticky Fingers Don’t Leave Prints
It’s terrible having sticky fingers. No, not the kind that pull what doesn’t belong to you off the department store shelves. I’m no thief. I don’t steal stuff. I feel stuff. Everything I touch has a sense, a texture, a tone, a pinch, a puff, a cuddle, a rebuff. It’s slippery or slimy, it’s sticky […]
It’s Complicated – Not
Complexity is temporary for the truthful. A web weaved by one who intends to deceive stays intricate, tangled, confounding. It’s meant to lose people along its way. But the person of truth breaks down the steps, untwists the turns, and unfolds the bending to free the one strand used to form it all. What a […]
Athlete, Philosopher, Artist
We are all athletes, because we have a body. We are all philosophers, because we think. We are all artists, because we create. We are three in one. Our body declines and we battle to sustain it. Our mind forgets and we battle to remember. Our imagination creates anew. What we have always done and […]
The Lake and I played today
The Lake and I played today. We played peek-a-boo. We played hide and seek. We played with crayons, mostly orange. We played red light, green light. We played follow the leader. Which started me singing. Step by step, you lead me. I will follow you all of my days. So touched, was I […]
Life story, a poem
Art exposes. Love discloses. Hate hides. Fear folds. Power peeks, then peers, then prevails. Humility holds. Rest redeems. Quiet waits. Art explodes.
Against All Odds
What lingers? Our hearts and senses are left to fend for themselves. To remember, but not with our minds exactly, more with our spirits. We no longer have the crutch of words or explanations or analysis. We can no longer touch or taste or see or hear. But we still feel. Something remains. What is […]
Where does hope live?
“The way things are reflects the will of God.” That’s the justification for ruling by divine right that I read in ancient texts. A sort of, well I am in power and since God is sovereign and everything works out the way God intends, God must have intended this. He put me in charge. Deal […]
Love: A communal project
“If a picture is worth a thousand words, then a model is worth a thousand pictures.” What an interesting image that presents for me, a writer, who seeks to paint pictures with her words and a scientist, who seeks to put everything together as a working model. The man who shared this with me, it […]
We art to listen and perceive
I write, therefore I am. Well, not exactly, but sort of. “We write… or paint or sculpt or draw or make music or …because we are listening for meaning, feeling for healing.” ~ Madeleine L’Engle Yes and yes! Can I have an amen?! This is exactly why I write. To listen to my brain-workings. To […]