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The Scrumptious Flavors of Love
Hello Dear Ones! I was recently honored to be one of the presenters for a Pecha Kucha event. For those of you who aren’t familiar with these “mini-TED talks” check out their website. Begun over a decade ago in Tokyo, the Japanese name (pronouced Pech-CHA-kahcha) at an international meeting of architects, it originated as a…
Read MoreGet Ready, Set — GO!
… my passion in life is consciousness, which is another word for the energy of Divine Love. Words are so fickle, they never clearly describe what is actually meant, so of course I’ll be using some of my art works to describe just exactly WHAT I mean, when I say that “LOVE IS DELICIOUS.”
Read MoreHybrid Vigor — an Amazed and Astounded Me
In the eighties I took all my earlier, darker attempts of visually documenting my life-discoveries to the dump, where I watched the scavengers come and take my “old” works. These people, poor and without any outside semblance of artistic taste, looked like pack rats scurrying off with leftover crumbs. The crumbs that were paintings made…
Read MoreIt’s about Time!
The Uproar over Kavanaugh
I hesitate to make any comment that might be interpreted as political, because I’m a nonpartisan, independent person who didn’t vote for a thousand years, and have only come back recently into the voting-American tribe since marrying and becoming a stepmother several decades ago. I thought being responsible for raising someone else’s kids warranted having an opinion about how our government ought to be.
Read MoreEvil Exists, so BEWARE!
I wish I had met Jay and Lauren before they decided to bike through such dangerous lands. I wish I could have shared with them what I’m sharing with you here, today. How I, too, was once such an idealist and believed in only goodness. That once I, too, got myself in such deep trouble, and way too dangerous for any sane person to have gotten herself into, too many times.
Read MoreFollowing Our Bliss
I’m all for the abundance of creative explorers this new wave of sharing every minutiae of life, via the many types of SM. Facebook is out, Insta’s in, what’s next? Whether we choose to dive into every aspect that’s presented, well, that’s another story. Mostly, what I do, is flip through the variety of life’s experiences (an intentional simile to William James’ “Varieties of Religious Experiences,” a groundbreaking work of early 20th Century, documenting the inner journey by a Harvard psychologist professor) — and only “dive in” when someone else’s passion coincides with one of mine.
Read MorePutting My Heart Where My Mouth Is
Maybe I don’t get so disturbed by the next-and-next-yet political horror because I used to. When I was in my twenties I left America because I was so angry during the Vietnam crisis. I spent the entire seventies living in the most remote spot, far-from-war place I could find — the idyllic Caribbean islands. Where, surprise surprise, I found myself, ironically some might say, victim of a real dictator.
Read MoreMy Secret Sharer
This is the true story of my best friend, teZa, aka LordFlea. She can’t write of such things, not yet. Maybe some day when all persons concerned are dead and gone, she’s that sensitive to hurting others. But I told her, “Your story must be told, teZa!” And she relented, hesitantly. We officially met when…
Read MoreChecking In
When we moved here, almost eleven years ago, this place was just an ordinary American lot with a nice house on it. With a lawn that needed mowing, and a few trees needing nothing. Lots of potential — especially for a person like me who likes things natural natural natural. But before we moved in … I had a plan.
Read MoreMore Than Horrified … I Am
Yet, for every eruption of a volcano the planet has, every eruption of a madman’s gun pointed at innocents — we endure. We heal. We pick ourselves up and wonder at the shocking drama that continuously unfolds before us. Most days, the play, the interaction is filled with more marvel and mystery than misery. But this past week, with another school shooting — the drama has taken a very sad turn, once again.
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