The Moon. The subtle guide of our nights, the soft glow of our inner light. Revered and worshipped from time out of mind. The Moon, the symbol of reflected light. Humans too are magnificent symbols of reflected light. Not our own light, but the eternal, vast, unending light of untold universes that does not depend on …
Bronze Age Sun
The Sun. The bright light of our skies, the radiance of our inner fire. Celebrated and worshiped for as long as humans have walked the Earth. The Sun, the fire of our solar plexus; our power center; our will. The place where we feel that gut reaction, the space within that can answer the question \’Who am …
The Wanderer
You are it. You are on your life\’s journey. It doesn\’t get any better than this- so make the most of it. Each day, each hour, each second, counts for all of eternity. It\’s not \’out there\’. It\’s right here – in the relationship that you have with the smallest moments of your life. The glance …
On being an artist
Today is a lovely day to be in the studio. Some days are hard- nothing is flowing, questions of color and form are asked but not answered. Self-doubt and fear are easy companions. But not today. Today is dark out, rain and damp, but bright and joyful in spirit inside. I always light candles and …
Tree and Stone
For I have a message I would repeat to you, a word of tree and a whisper of stone the sighing of the heavens to the earth… From the The Baal Cycle, 13th century BC. We are separated from the land, and from our own nature. This is a choice. The truth is deep, unfathomable belonging. The truth …
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A Millstatt Face
Day 9. A Millstatt Face. Millstatt Abbey is a former monastery in Millstatt, Austria. In this City of Mil, we find that ancient Celtic beliefs were overlayed with Christian beliefs in 1070 AD, when the Benedictines took over. The city itself is named after the Celtic creation god, Mil, as it translates literally, \’City of Mil.\’ Well then. Locals believe that …
The Hobies
And here they are… Day 8. The Hobies. A mushroom, actually. My grandparents were always out Hobie hunting. I don\’t ever remember seeing a mushroom- I think they just enjoyed the day off alone rambling around the countryside together. A happy relationship with your partner as you both grow older together is a precious gift, one that requires nurturing …