Remembering 


So many moments I swore I’d never forget. When did they slip away?

Friends faces,

The smell of a lover’s skin,

The anguish of a first love lost.

The enchantment of watching The Nutcracker Suite live for the first time. 

Perhaps not lost, just momentarily misplaced.

Welcome back dear friends

Always hope

It’s so easy to lose hope with all that is happening right now. 

To feel abandoned and alone.

And then you discover a kindred soul also in search of hope.

With hope we will survive 

What will you do

Everything we do has a ripple effect. 

For making things good.

For creating harm.

For building someone up or 

crushing them like an insignificant bug.

Which side of history (even your tiny corner of history) do you want to be on?

What is your legacy?

Hopefully my legacy is one of hope

Joy in life


During an ice storm a few years ago a beautiful old weeping cherry fell over in the yard. I left the roots and fallen stump because there was beauty in the mossy bark and it was a perfect home for Buddha 

Over the years the tree has started re-growing and the most amazing microcosm has formed. The leaves have aphids, which brings tiny black beetles who eat the aphids, which brings bushtits to eat the tiny beetles and aphids. 

Bushtits are itty bitty little birds who happily twitter in the weeping cherry not a foot from my head and bring me great joy, for which I am grateful 

Hope will prevail


The past few weeks nearly brought me to my knees. 

This is the first piece of art I’ve done this year, but I saw this quote and it reminded me;

While there is life there is hope.

So here I am

Quiet militant 


2017 terrifies me and not much does

But this year…. so many unknowns that could terribly impact the most vulnerable among us. 

So I will drown out the hate and bias with a quiet militancy.

Come and join me