British? New Zealand? French? Oh that I’d realized how much accents British, Kiwi, caught my senses, my attraction, caught my need so that I totally ignored, excused, or fantasized for a short or a way long time when I might have noticed the tiny, then blaring red flags — the…

A cup of tea to honor gifts of feelings, awareness, and Spirit — Yesterday I made mistakes that are hard to admit and accept in myself. This morning I felt confused. There were pulls on my heart and mind, left over. I don’t need to tell you all the details. In short, I’d blamed a friend I was driving for not sharing my…

I’ve found my new calling — It started with this little fly who kept landing on my arm and computer. Though I felt some sympathy for its plight — stuck in my studio, I also felt intermittently annoyed at the little bugger. The persistent fly distracted me while cooking, writing emails, and watching Dr. Greer videos…

Who goes there? — I walk on the Gabrielino trails, prior home-land of the Hahamongna Indians. My senses take in wild buds on bushes, huge striped rock, my black velcroed sneakers stepping around small rocks, leaf shadows on skyscraper trees, path leading to the stream which pours loudly over the little waterfall, then softer…

How often does this happen fellow creatives? — I didn’t know that tonight would be special. What a surprise would be awaiting me at the dinner table. I sit down with one friend to the left and two across the oblong table, still a bit awkward as I’m rather new to this group, having moved to this town…

And can transform yours — Something unexpected happened on “one of those days”. …

Slowing Down —

The beginning of war in Afghanistan — I seem to be an old mother who can’t wail. She’s too far away. I silently watch my sons ripped from me on TV. Though I can’t believe I can really care about these people, theirs, ours, I have enough stress in my life: a “spirited” kid, a complex psyche healing from wounds, clutter, I…