by pbsartist | Jul 14, 2022 | OPENstudio
I really would like to store this into memory like a computer hit ‘save’ so that at the tap of a fingertip I can remember. The sensation. The feel. The light explosion of my heart. The purity of birdsong the temperature just right the breeze cascading...
by pbsartist | Jul 12, 2022 | OPENstudio
I’d like to think I am above assessing my value by world standards of worth money- time- spent. I am no different. I was born to this and 20,235 days 485, 649 hours- that’s half a million! and bank accounts with my name to twelve at one time or another...
by pbsartist | Jul 10, 2022 | OPENstudio
The mailman always smiles, waves, gives me my mail without using the box if I am out. Last year we stopped over the wall and spoke for awhile about the difficulty of his daughter not getting to go back to school yet, and the lingering weight of balancing life this...
by pbsartist | Jul 8, 2022 | OPENstudio
The miracle of doubt becoming faith fear turning itself wonderingly into hope. I know this? Yes. It’s happened to me. So many times….
by pbsartist | Jul 6, 2022 | OPENstudio
and again and again and again is this faith seems rather sketchy to me to put mere humans these dying body forms in charge of bringing heaven to earth through sheer will power
