"Grandma's Cabin", oil on canvas, sold


Finding Voice

Many years in this guesthouse, there was a noisy place in the floor I tried hard to avoid, so as not to wake the sleeping people. Forgetting, one day, I stepped just there. The floor squeaked in surprise, causing someone to stir--! I froze in fear of… But a curiosity in the sound bade me test my weight again. The floor groaned in pain… someone opened an eye, so I stopped with unspoken apology, hovering. Until a secret joy in the gaze upon me placed my foot, firmly, on that vocal spot once more, and the floor crackled in anger! Someone sat bolt upright. And I bounced a few times, grinning at the awakened one while the floor laughed in delight, remembering my innocent self sitting, rolling, dancing in this singing place!

Tree Goddesses, oil on canvas, sold

Holy Leap

Go ahead, test the stability of the bridge between your-and-Self. Did you believe the chasm was as merciless as the dull death in your head? Did you think it would reward the courage of your wincing step with nothing more than a cold fall, an abrupt stop shaped like jagged rocks? I know you can’t see it, I know it has no logic, but go ahead, jump out, land with both feet! Swing your arms and dance across. Stomp and laugh, because a herd of elephants could not sway this bridge, suspended as it is from heaven, rooted as it is in earth.