During the Pandemic I was, like so many of us, glued to the TV. CNN on speed dial. I carefully took note of all the suggested protocol involving contact with people, buying groceries, mask wearing, hand sanitizing, and donning disposable gloves whenever possible. I watched with horror the rising death toll and gruesome images of body bags stacked up inside refrigerated semi trucks to accommodate overcrowded morgues. Months passed. We grew accustomed to our new […]
It’s April and it would appear that mother nature is having a meltdown. Where I live in the high desert of the Inland Northwest you can wake up to t-shirt weather: clear, sunny warm skies. Then, without much notice that clear sky becomes overcast bringing rain, sometimes fog and hail. For extra fun big fat flakes of snow could fall. All in one day. Choosing outdoor apparel can be challenging, but never boring. Each year, […]
My journey into the world of painting began in college while looking for an elective to fill my schedule. My roommate encouraged me to take the same painting class in which she was enrolled. As luck would have it the class fit my schedule perfectly. I have always loved to do creative things so why not paint. At that time my college career looked like a crazy quilt composed of every art and design class […]
Over morning coffee my husband Dan and I were having a conversation about art. He asked if he could use some photos of my artwork to enhance his blog, ‘Thoughts.’ Having easy access to images of my paintings from years when I worked as an abstract artist I said, “Of course.” ‘Worked’ is a bit of a stretch. It would be more accurate to say I went delightedly to the canvas when the muse moved […]
What is it that keeps us tethered to the earth when all around are reasons to float away? It’s early morning and the sky is still dark. A time of magic when all the unknown possibilities a day might hold lie waiting like secrets infused into dew-laden leaves. These liminal moments are fleeting. All too soon the sun will enter the theater and strip away the mysteries under its glare. The shadows will disappear, the […]
Mary Oliver, in her exquisite poem “Wild Geese,” writes, “You only have to let the soft animal of your body loves what it loves.” I often breath in those words as if my very life depended on them. That simple sentence pours comfort on my soul as no others have. “Mary,” I ask, “Do you mean to say that I can simply write, create stories in my imagination, paint, walk in the woods, doodle, cook […]
I have tried to start this blog for an embarrassingly long time. This attempt will most likely wither on the vine like all the others. While this is not a terribly auspicious beginning I press on in spite of myself. For someone who can’t seem to stop writing, and can’t seem to do anything with it, the guilt adds up over the years along with binders and file folders. I like hard copy. Self reproach […]
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