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O Holy Night, What Stars Give Birth To

December 24, 2023

“Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.” The single-most, salient symbol of Christmas, for me, is a …

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Bold Strokes, Luscious Light, & the Mind of Zen: Art of the Masters on Display

December 11, 2023

Three of my favorite artists are currently featured at museums across the country. If you are near any of these …

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Blessings–For the Ear, For the Eye, & For You

November 20, 2023

Can’t you hear the laughter of the children, the slap of running feet, the rush and tumble of the waves? …

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Never Say “Never Again” Unless We Mean It

October 26, 2023

. . . because to do so would be meaningless. And perhaps it’s meaningless already. I wrote a post with …

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Bearing Witness, Refusing to Turn Away, Again

October 16, 2023

How many times must we do this? Does it ever stop? The earthquakes, floods, and fires. The wars. Ukraine last …

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The Desire for a Higher Lovemaking

October 2, 2023

I was struck by the phrase “a desire for a higher lovemaking” when reading Goethe’s poem “The Holy Longing.” It …

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Truth & Beauty, My Flower Paintings

June 5, 2023

If “Beauty is truth, truth, beauty,” as Keats’ poem claims, then what do my paintings of flowers, my attempt to …

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In Some Poetic Sense, Flowers Invented Love

May 28, 2023

Flowers are on my mind, after the super-bloom outing last month, after reading The Language of Flowers for book club, …

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Behind All Art is an Element of Desire—Adrienne Rich

May 8, 2023

Behind all art is an element of desire.Love of life, of existence, love ofanother human being, love ofhuman beings is …

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Art More Real than “Me”

April 30, 2023

When poet Jorie Graham was three-years-old, she swirled her fingers through her mother’s still-wet oil painting. Her horrified mother picked …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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