Pent/Tent
Pent up words are feelings unfelt that need release. The act of feeling is releasing, so it is pure health, with nothing held back that might be toxic. Yet, if handled correctly, does not toxify the air others must breathe, either. Instead, it frees those who, upon reading the words, are encouraged to be free:... Continue Reading →
“Poerdlebee”: Play my brain-stretching, poem-making game with me, for free!
How to play: 1.) Do your daily "Wordle" and/or "Spelling Bee" game and you'll thereby compile a treasure-list of related words, gathered by your own brain! 2.) AFTER you create your list, THEN ponder the visual painting prompt I post (here). 3.) Create your poem, basing it on the prompt, and using as many of... Continue Reading →
Go out into the whole world and proclaim the Gospel to every creature…
In times past, maybe that wasn't possible, but now we have this thing called the internet... But what would I proclaim? What is the Gospel to me, that I might "proclaim" it authentically? The Gospel, or Good News, is that God loves us. Like, ridiculously so. Not because we are just amazing, and oh so... Continue Reading →
Yesterday my granddaughter and I shared some silent but fantastic quality time together. We painted. I'm not sure she gives me permission to share her awesome work--so I'll have to ask her when I see her next, but I'll describe it. Mine is shown here. We shared acrylic paint from one paper plate palette, and... Continue Reading →
Michael Gerson, thank you.
It's been a while since I have written, and today I learned of your death. Yes, we die, so the time to write is now. You wrote so beautifully, your words were heart and mind wrestling with language as a vehicle for longing and gift, and the result made me catch my breath, at times.... Continue Reading →
Finally, I feel like painting again!
For the first several months after Covid 19 came into our lives, I was "discombobulated". A lot of us have been so unsure of the lay of the land that we just froze. I 'vacationed' my Etsy shop, not even sure I would be able to ship paintings and prints in a timely way. I... Continue Reading →
Fierce Giver of Life and Love
In my pride I could post a picture, or a poem she wrote, a letter to the editor that changed minds, or meticulous notes taken from physics and chemistry books while 8 of us kids slept soundly, late into the night. IF I could post her laughter, I certainly would, or her sweet, soft lullaby,... Continue Reading →
Morning Thoughts–Art & Story
+ July 18, 2018 Morning Thoughts When we reach back into our earliest days, we are rewarded with picture, and context. Our memories are made of the stuff. There is the glory of sunlit reality, and an unfolding narrative to help capture it within our being. We ponder. Our memories are made of story: picture,... Continue Reading →
St. Jude Square 