by pbsartist | Jan 23, 2017 | Uncategorized
I’ve wandered into big wonder many times in my life the child, wildly birthed from my own body gently cradled into my arms. the workshop faces, staring back at me, the eager eyes, telling me I have something good and get to...
by pbsartist | Jan 1, 2017 | Uncategorized
There is a deep quiet in these winter months. I profess as I often do, that we were meant to hibernate these short, cold days away…. But in this quite-this week in particular with the anticipation of the coming new year and now it, 2017, crawling under the...
by pbsartist | Dec 25, 2016 | Uncategorized
There is a silken veil of fog only darkness knows about and perhaps the reflective cloud-sky. darkness, the sky, and the one light left on by a distracted hand shining from the garage eve onto a circle-patch of damp lawn and me. the air is oddly warm but not...
by pbsartist | Dec 19, 2016 | Uncategorized
There is still a surprised disbelief that I am here. That these hands becoming spotted this hair thinning and greyed these knees-are they really mine?!- showing signs of- seen on my grandmother!- elephant-likeness…. utter surprise. Aging is a strange...
by pbsartist | Oct 20, 2016 | Uncategorized
I call them rhythms ebbs and flows of days- moments even- solitude; busy-ness company; quite alone. not just days and moments either- weeks months and years. it is all rhythm clusters~ Life comes in clusters and autumn, the fall of leaves the falling away of long days...
by pbsartist | Oct 17, 2016 | Uncategorized
50. It’s coming fast. Some days its bothersome-in the way this modern culture has taught it to be- getting old~ Most days it just is, though. And when I let it be, and let me be in it, it is a tool ...
