Spiritual Tide

There is an emptying, an unraveling. As I unravel I am filled with Divine will. I do not know what to do with Divine will. It seems overpowering at first. I sit with it for awhile until I get my bearings, like turning too many circles I must wait until my head clears.
As more and […]

In the valley of hoodoos I walk down, pack on my back, down past orange glowing sculptures, twisted junipers, arches, and slots of sky. A strange landscape, dry, arid, yet somehow I know I’ve been here before on the Colorado plateau. At the top of the plateau, a vast canyonland stretches for hundreds of miles. […]

I bring the emptiness of my heart, like the ice forming on the stream at the edges, barely covering and growing. The water still flows in the late to arrive winter. I watch in silence, with the water gurgling. The silence of the heart reflects the silence of nature. Hemlocks hang over the water and […]

Juan laid down the gouge and ran his fingers along the arch of the violin, tilting his head to eyeball the angles. He picked up the calipers and measured both sides of the arch. He needed to cut a little more. Juan placed the calipers on the bench and reached for a smaller gouge. He […]

“It is about the hurt of not being able to express yourself properly, to express your intimate relations, your unconscious, to trust the world enough to express yourself directly in it.” Louise Bourgeois on Modern Art
What good is creativity if it fails to communicate? I sit and wonder what it is all about. Why it […]