by pbsartist | Jul 28, 2020 | OPENstudio
So this day too is another day. One more of time that began with that first step into this place and yet began so long before this too. When I was yet just a seed, an idea. Before this place was anything other than soil on the limestone layers and trees jutting up...
by pbsartist | Jul 26, 2020 | OPENstudio
devolving into passivity and depression I’ve let it happen again and called it winter. There is no place outside myself for which this turning is to blame. I am warrior, meant to carry a torch, an arrow, my quiver full still, Into the next generation. I will live my...
by pbsartist | Jul 21, 2020 | OPENstudio
With the eyes of my soul wide open (merton) I stand eager at the threshold. What is to come no one can know and yet there is the voice that voice. the whisper behind my ears and tucked into my heart. There is the voice, do you hear it? There. It is...
by pbsartist | Jul 19, 2020 | OPENstudio
the stunning beauty when I get back up from the place I believed was my last resting place. Resigned. Removed. Resolved. Gone. There are multitudes. Again. The beauty rises.
by pbsartist | Jul 14, 2020 | OPENstudio
I must work on myself is the foolishness of the decade. Return to the good that is there from the beginning and take off the mantel of self-transformation and actualization this current culture proclaims like a messiah. There is need for effort-always. We are created...
