“Love is a Language Few Practice, But All Speak”
Unreast in Baton Rouge By Traci K. Smith after the photo by Jonathan Bachman Our …
Author Archives: Deborah J. Brasket
La Gitana, My Larger Self
When I first started this blog eight years ago, I had planned on using it as a vehicle for writing …
My Wild Child, My Son, “Rider on the Storm”
I wrote this tribute to my son seven years ago, shortly after the birth of my granddaughter. Recently I posted …
Tapping into the Unconscious – The Art of Sohan Qadri
When I first encountered one of Sohan Qadri’s paintings, I was plunged like a pebble into a still pool, radiating ripples of …
“I’m Praying for You, To Die”
I get this message about once a week from my granddaughter’s mother. It goes into great detail about the pain …
To Crave & To Have: A Thing & Its Shadow
To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break …
Music for a Rainy Morning
Taking some time for myself this morning. A fire, a book, music streaming as a gentle rain falls beyond my …
From the Tailwinds of 2019, Hope Lost & Its Glimmer
I ended a blog post at the tail end of 2018 with this wish list for 2019: A Look Ahead …
Finding Our Place in the Family of Things
I often turn to the poetry of Mary Oliver when seeking solace, when trying to negotiate a path through the …
The Mystical Mindscapes of Matthew Wong
I discovered a new favorite artist on the day he died–too young at 35, Matthew Wong. A tribute to Wong’s …
