Overtired and displaced I search for inspiration. I grab onto words used before: raven, moon, field. A picture builds in my mind but the words keep rearranging themselves into different stories. Today it is about searching, the movement of light and the possibility of a key. raven moves to black, waits in a muted world […]

down the gray stoned road & across the livid field a blue raven stalks the treetops at twilight the world shades to grey & sapphire blue A beginning of a new piece. A small picture painted, a scene built. I’ve tried to move beyond this image but it took many words assembled and reassembled to […]

Ten days in and I am finding a new way with words, an attention to detail shaped by the limitations of the “twitter space” of 140 characters. Through the days events inspire my words – a spring storm, a power failure, a grand daughter’s birth. All of life’s events are inspiration – it’s about experience […]

And so the line continues. The one that stretches back into history and the one that connects each to one another. We are connected by genetics, the blood and bone and I wonder sometimes about the concept of shared knowledge and experience, a collective unconscious as Jung described it. I also wonder about the possibility, […]

the energy of potential possibility of a leaf unfolding of a white bud opening she leans into it holds onto the blood & bone line continues Change is inevitable, constant and sometimes unnerving in its challenge. Today’s change brings hope and joy as my daughter works to give birth to our second grandchild. Such beauty […]

flotsam of dreams jetsam of philosophy & song raven looks for the pattern that binds beach stone to word to story she builds a storyline I have always been attracted to stones. They have a certain beauty in their shape, tone and texture. They have appeared many times in my stories and poems. This raven […]

Words come one after the other, sometimes not connected to my day. I find myself following the raven having conjured it up to help me with my task. I watch it move through my landscape, adjust words and pictures to make it raven’s story. raven speaks iridescent words of longing silvered words of growing she […]

tell no one only show by your gesture eyes to hands in communion with brush, paint, canvas & expectant landscape what the raven called out The way a word can change with the spacing around it. How it can alter its shape and intention depending on what other words lean into it or away from […]

The ocean still seems restless today after days of winds. Wind plural, wind from the east, the northeast, the west. It moved fast slowed to a waltz and then was off again. Life on the west coast. This morning a raven in a treetop – black against a blue grey sky with the pale green […]

I have been greatly distracted by the wind storm we had on the island yesterday (Vancouver Island). Our power went off around 10am on the Friday and finally came back on Saturday around 11 am. It happened later for some people. It made me see how tied I am to technology, electricity. More thoughts another […]