Monthly Archives: September 2019

We’re told we must be silent when we paint Turning off the left brain so that we might see With artist’s eyes   In front of me, a small pallet – Six colors to make six colors and six hundred … Continue reading →

Sister Prejean spoke from the altar a preacher of rivers and fire awakened to injustice bearing witness to secret rituals hidden behind walls where she walked with dead men into the fire locked eyes with the dead men to restore … Continue reading →

In Ireland, we take a bus to 18 Parnell Square home of the Dublin Writers Museum to witness the old manuscripts letters and diaries, first editions and rare books locked behind glass   Outside, a steady rain pounds on leaded … Continue reading →

Today after walking I sat in the sun September air making its subtle season shifts readying the leaves for changing while bird shadows dance high above my perch and woodpecker taps out his autumn song time time time time transporting … Continue reading →