I remember about ten years ago, I was talking to a guy, just a friend, about dating, and ending relationships, how difficult it is to end a relationship that you know is not going to work out. Breaking hearts is awful. No matter how gently you do it, someone gets hurt. I told him I just don't date, by choice. And he asked why. My response was simple. "I just haven't found someone who deserves me" I'm a catch. I know I am. I'm a really good person. I have values, integrity, Se

Waiting on the world to change

The cutaways are the spaces I see more clearly. The shells and leftovers. The Emptiness. The discarded, bent, broken, hollow pieces leftover from what was used up and discarded. The potential for love to fill it up is the part I see. Loved Whole again by assembling with more misfit hollows to create the most imaginatively beautiful possible combination. Vera This wall is an example. Leftover pieces from a sculpture commission I made here at my Home Studio in Maine

we reflect each other

Fungi grows out of rotting matter. With a profoundly wondrous ability to transform toxins into something useful, is a mystery in and of itself. Humans have the capacity to do the same. Might this be due to the fact that we are Each others closest relatives? If I'd known yesterday what I know today...we lament as we remedy behaviors to not repeat the same mistakes. Who might we need to plant seeds of renewal and hope with? Where will I course-correct to set my plan of acti

Funny not so funny.... I've had a MAJOR BREAKDOWN over these last 2 years-and it hasn't been pretty. At all. What do I mean? I mean I FELL APART. Messy. Ugly. Running towards self destructive and dangerous situations. Everything I'm familiar with and all the things I'd come to love about my life fell apart, Completely. And I have not had a clue how to fix it. The challenge....Letting go of my old life. Familiarity. Comfort. Everything I worked so hard to create. The

I’m in my 2 year anniversary week leaving Seattle and heading to Maine. The Trip started off perfect-when I was 14 miles from the Idaho border- I hit a deer. It was like a celebration and a death simultaneously. Unbelievable. I’ve been re birthing the entire time. The exact date was symbolic of another incident 19 years ago. Also a celebration and death. Completely sideswiped in both incidents. Human/deer-same same. The art of truly living is learning how to die. Where

Life's path is not straight