Manna Meditations, Day 8 Let us not think for a moment that we humans are the first artists, the only creators … There is Beauty everywhere. ❤
Tag: art
A gift to the current Me, from the girl I was last Fall …
Every once in awhile, this magical thing happens to me. I’ll be plowing through my day, hurried and tense, when suddenly I’ll stumble over a little loveliness, left behind by my past self. It’s like a gift, really: the rose petal pressed between two pages. The poem scribbled on a cocktail napkin, tucked in my coat […]
Insomnia: a storm & a silver lining…
It’s true, what I’ve been telling you here over the past two days: Insomnia is hard. And it’s dark. But also, it’s beautiful… and to stay silent about that would be the worst kind of ingratitude. I know… I know. It sounds crazy to say that there could be something magical about night terrors and […]
magic on the sidewalk …
This weekend, I dare you to believe something radical: Every day, the world tosses magic at your feet. And I could try to write a long treatise to convince you that’s true… Or I could just show you this series of photos, which are literally just shots of chipped concrete and a few stray weeds […]
other tongues …
I have spent my life in the company of those who like to talk about words. Their power (so they say) mightier than the sword.
But words are just one language, and — hear me — there are others. Ones I am just now beginning to learn…
Ask me anything …
Can I tell you a secret? It’s weird, keeping a blog. I post photographs and snippets of poetry — sometimes shamelessly personal prose. I dream in blazing black-and-white, and then I come here and splash those dreams on the screen. Still, though … There’s so very little you know about me. And you know what […]
The Body Electric: Day Twenty-Eight
You might have noticed something important missing from this post. Go ahead: look again… Not a single photograph in sight. And there’s a reason for that, because yesterday, I switched off my eyes for a little while, and I just listened. I curled up in a chair in my living room, and I watched as […]
The Body Electric: Day Two
Yesterday. I am running errands. Running with my mind cluttered by Christmas and all its trappings. And so, on a whim, I peel off I-581 and take the exit into downtown. Park just under the pedestrian bridge, across the tracks from the art museum. I take a long breath, and cross over. * Inside the […]
When I am lying with my face pressed against somebody else’s photograph …
I used to think that a painting was something you saw with your eyes… that a symphony was something you heard with your ears. I believed this because it was something my art teachers and music teachers had taught me to believe, all my life. I don’t feel that way any more. * Late afternoon. […]
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