Love is the water of my life. When it runs dry, when I do not seek or nurture it, I am barren, desolate...
Love is the water of my life. When it runs dry, when I do not seek or nurture it, I am barren, desolate...
In some traditions, a crown made from aspen leaves gives its wearer the power to visit and return safely from...
My thoughts in sound, light, and words about experiencing the movement of one's self as it shifts towards a state...
In a bitter cold spell I watch the beauty of the moon as it shines through the cloud onto the...
If art has any value, it is to change us in some way. Most often our change, as with all...
Enjoy Winter Flowers, a new painting that will feature in a short story for children and adults that I plan...
A Single Breath of Love Lasts Long into the Night We are side by side as we look skyward at...