Grief

What was is now not Life offers no second chance The gaping hole where once my heart was, Now empty, just naught. __ There isn’t a single day my heart doesn’t ache, Wide open and simultaneously closed, Regardless much trying no healing occurs, What’s missing? you, our roots and connection before take. __ I can’t…

VAA Exhibition Accompanying Speech

Visual Artists Association Spring Art Exhibition 2021 You are invited to attend the Spring 2021 exhibition by the Visual Artists Association (VAA) launching today. My artwork is exhibited here, you will find me in Gallery One Information below is my accompanying speech which introduces my piece that was selected. It is called ‘Divine’: User 326726150…

Plot Twist

I had grown to have a sense of what I would really enjoy doing with whatever time I had left of this life and was aiming toward it. This has deeply and profoundly shifted, quietly, slowly, in an almost unnoticeable plot twist. I have shifted. Well whatever ‘I’ is. Previously there were thoughts of travelling…

Thoughts On A Poem By Wayne Muller

The word humility, like the human, comes from humus, or earth. We are most human when we do no great things. We are not so important; we are simple dust and spirit—at best, loving midwives, participants in a process much larger than we. If we are quiet and listen and feel how things move, perhaps…