by pbsartist | Oct 24, 2017 | Uncategorized
who listens for what delights the soul Rumi says I wake early before the birds call up the sun early there is nothing like the morning hour before it is morning to listen and respond to the king of my soul calling the queen to rise all the delights of my...
by pbsartist | Oct 22, 2017 | OPENstudio
the coffee noise is almost too much but some are clearing out and the one dog yipping seems to be nearly ready to go so we sit and I drink matcha forgotten almond milk with standard cow and now after just a few sips already feel the regret slipping in but that’s...
by pbsartist | Oct 21, 2017 | Uncategorized
Why do I teach? Ask that very question all the time, almost daily in fact. I actually have to switch out the word teach, to the word share. After all, sharing is what I am doing and teaching is not really what is happening when in workshop with me. What is...
by pbsartist | Oct 18, 2017 | OPENstudio
yesterday was the last day I heard them the chirp and song of not-yet-dawn bugs the crickets and the grasshoppers praying mantis flies and moths none of them beat my screen to reach my morning light nor sang through the open window as I poured my first cup of coffee...
by pbsartist | Oct 17, 2017 | Uncategorized
The trees weren’t moving much not like yesterday great whips of wind slinging their arms their leaves here and there around the yard down the road where tires swishes and damp asphalt sucked the tender dying fibers of walnuts leaves to themselves as the same...
