by pbsartist | Jan 12, 2021 | OPENstudio
Taking sides. It is the same vocation, the same gratitude. What has died has lately come back to life. I feel at last that I can grow and move forward, and that all life has not been stamped out of my heart.
by pbsartist | Jan 10, 2021 | OPENstudio
The fire that flares up again after long smoldering years elusive but still a reality only if trust how lovely life can be in the everydayness women at fifty learn to let doors close but also open new that appear always there in rooms we’ve not come back to so...
by pbsartist | Jan 5, 2021 | OPENstudio
LIstening deeply each morning I try to carry it into my day. This groundedness this attentiveness to things higher than my crown. I hear here the voices in the head of those slumbering behind walls nearby the clamor of children’s feet down the hallways from my...
by pbsartist | Dec 29, 2020 | OPENstudio
The spaghetti set cemented to the bottom of the pot left as it was forgotten, the water long absorbed boiled off becoming the stringed brick of last nights best efforts. I’d love to tell you it was forgotten amidst the passions of our togetherness that the red...
by pbsartist | Dec 22, 2020 | OPENstudio
keep pace with love in this world anymore it seems to be running behind with us left struggling for breath. I’ve heard it said that if I will just let it love will sweep me off my feet I will find myself sailing. Were that this were true I would climb into the...
by pbsartist | Dec 19, 2020 | OPENstudio
Give me wisdom I ask again or love, or courage. I will take strength even the ordinary type that allows me to rise and stand on two feet. Years more of abundance would be grand or go ahead and do what you must if it is hunger, famine, loss, and deprivation. Move me...
