Save the Grannies Covid-19 project #2
The elderly are at risk. Protect, protect. Covid-19 stay at home project #2 Acrylic on canvas 10×10 Brightly colored to … Continue reading Save the Grannies Covid-19 project #2
The elderly are at risk. Protect, protect. Covid-19 stay at home project #2 Acrylic on canvas 10×10 Brightly colored to … Continue reading Save the Grannies Covid-19 project #2
Everyday I am outside, with my hands in the soil.Everyday I pet my cat and romp with my dogs.Everyday I … Continue reading Everyday. Covid-19 Poem#1
There is a reality that your body/heart/soul understands–I call this primary or radical knowing. Then there is the story made … Continue reading Primary Knowing
This body of mineIs a receiver of energyVibrations/waves of feelingPassing through. There is a finite rangeMy body is able to … Continue reading Piano Woman
First attempt at making something with microwaved dried flowers. 10×10 canvas. Continue reading Dried Flowers 2
So easy. Chose your flowers, place them between a piece of printer paper and paper towel, weigh down with something … Continue reading Dried Flowers-Microwave
I remember being a worried little girl– and really, really sad. I was frequently overwhelmed with sorrow and fear.(It took … Continue reading Strength from Poetry
The stories you tell yourself are just stories Your fucked up life doesn’t really exist except in your head I … Continue reading Poor Poor Pitiful Me
Perhaps the fear of GodSingle handedlyDulled my zest for life The fear of being badThe fear of being wrongStraitjacketed me … Continue reading God of Fear
Once Divine Love enters your cellsAnd permeates your being There isn’t roomFor anything else The desire to lose weightOr to … Continue reading Divine Consciousness
Nothing special planned for today, just going to ride the tide. Too many plans for too many years have left … Continue reading Another Birthday, Happy 66
I did it–I changed the ETSY store description for the baby Barblings–to reflect the donation to RAICES. This was after … Continue reading RAICES
These two sticks and stones were my first. Primitive, folk art. The one on the right is wearing a dress … Continue reading Mother Daughter Barblings
I lost me when I fell through the spaces between words When I fell into the cauldron of pure potentia—where … Continue reading Pure Potentia
Heeding the call—I looked for GodI traversed mountains and deserts,Bowed to unholy prophets, slew demons,Nursed the sick and died a … Continue reading Heeding the Call