Saturday, May 2, 2015


Face west as the sun sets, stand at the edge of the water that connects us, and invoke the kinship that we have - unseen yet heartfelt.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Reaction - Action

Interesting what happens when an event is significant enough to jolt me into assessing the here and now.

Thoughts that are triggered start with the welfare of others:  where is my companion? where are the people I care for?  are they ok?  how can my actions best provide support and assistance to others?

Then it’s about me: what would I have wanted to have done or accomplished? what regrets might I have, and what will I do now to remedy them? what am I doing now, and will I put more or less effort into it, given the priorities that begin to arise?

I typically think about how others might react.  Indeed, some have already run to their place of comfort, away from the unknown potential that was in front of them.   Let them go – let them go.

Rather than have an external event prompt these thoughts and priorities, I resolve (again) to consider this on a more regular basis.

Thursday, April 2, 2015


I've known this for awhile but am now able to articulate that I am and always have been multi-dimensional in disciplines and time zones.  As exhausting as it can be, I revel and thrive in this broad range.

Thursday, February 12, 2015


Absolute space, in its own nature, without reference to anything external, remains always similar and unmovable.

-Newton, I., Principia

Friday, February 6, 2015

Checking in

I awoke from a dream of compassion and companionship, where a friend stayed and helped me draw strength from myself when none could be found elsewhere, when all others gave up and left me.

Layers of morning clouds are highlighted by the sunlight from above, and some from below.  Yet a stream of black wisps travel in an unusual direction - south to north, whereas most of the other masses remain still or very slowly move west to east.  Although it is dawn, the sunlight is orange yellow of sunset, not cold yellow of a new day.

Watching and checking the pulse.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014


It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.  The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes up short again and again … who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
– Theodore Roosevelt, 1910

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

P & Q

While sharing experiences, memories are made.  With limited time, how much of it do we devote to doing things and how much do we devote to reminiscing?

When you leave without saying anything, you don't want people to know where you've gone.  So why would you expect them to be where you left them if you left them without letting them know?

The time of reaping and gathering is complete.  The groundwork has been prepared.  It is time to process and distribute.

Sunday, December 21, 2014


Creation is dominated by three absolutely different factors:
First, nature, which works upon us by its laws;
second, the artist, who creates a spiritual contact with nature and his materials;
third, the medium of expression through which the artist translates his inner world.

Of these three components only one, the medium, is material.
-Hans Hofmann, 1948

Thursday, December 4, 2014

from the depths

A figure floats in a caped opalescent gown that drips of water and crystals.   As the hand is lifted with a finger that points to me, white drops slowly fall and chimes emit with each movement.

Passersby do just that when there is no common ground.

They swim in the same pool together: When I asked why the relationship was maintained when she loathed the other person so much, she replied "Because I still need stuff from him."

The pressure of many drafts, many versions of drafts for a submittal:  each one pings its arrival in an email and I wonder why googledocs isn't used instead.

The friend is one who stays close, unbidden, during bright and dark times.

Sunday, November 30, 2014


Love is the life of the Soul. It is the harmony of the universe.
- William Ellery Channing