by pbsartist | Nov 3, 2020 | OPENstudio
My creative life more than I love cooperating with my own oppression. So says Clarissa but really is it so? Is this life I call a creative one necessary to my everyday existence and if I deem it so, how then am I contributing to the banishment of these negative...
by pbsartist | Nov 1, 2020 | OPENstudio
I don’t care what others can say about me. I don’t care how impactful I’ve been in lives. I don’t care if I have done. I need to do. I need to evolve and show up, fresh inspiration, new insight, abundant influence. I cannot survive this rest of life unless there is...
by pbsartist | Oct 27, 2020 | OPENstudio
Merton, Buechner, Nouwen; Gibran, Tolstoy, Frankl, and Hafiz. A handful I list but there are more to fill rivers and valleys with words and statements. All of them worthy of repeat. Or at least of a moments pause. Who am I to do anything more than read along, pause...
by pbsartist | Oct 25, 2020 | OPENstudio
I am baking today. A birthday cake. To me. I will share it with whomever enters, whomever crosses the threshold and enters my soul. I will share it, but first you must come. First you must ask yourself, do you trust, can you be truthful, and can you come, knock, and...
by pbsartist | Oct 20, 2020 | OPENstudio
while you were there in your bath of tears tearing at your hair in anguish in broken when in the stillness you felt the wall of brick before you and movement was nothing as if waiting at the bus stop for a long ago changed schedule unrealized where you sat roiled by...
by pbsartist | Oct 18, 2020 | OPENstudio
god is it enough to take care of my body today? To respond to its call, to awaken it’s beingness? It seems shallow almost; like surely to give this frame of life that is my skin and bones attention, is to neglect the truer essence. And yet, the cobwebs need sweeping....
