by pbsartist | Oct 13, 2020 | OPENstudio
of truth of guidance of imagery for prayer that is beyond what we know of prayer or even a praying at all. hello to the yearnings of intuition. hello to a dawn that has nothing to do with sunrise.
by pbsartist | Oct 6, 2020 | OPENstudio
we are all waiting for it that return, that sense of normal, that place we left to turn around and find us right where it left off when the world came to a screeching halt. but what if a city, a town, a way of going out into the world is not at all the world we need...
by pbsartist | Oct 4, 2020 | OPENstudio
Its sliver slides down from the edge of the sky, sinking as it must into the pool of dark earth there. I know it returns, the he there, the moon, full of wonder and night light, bringing mystery as well as illumination. There is always both. Today though; too much. I...
by pbsartist | Sep 29, 2020 | OPENstudio
it is quite easy after all it only takes a little self-restraint and courage. they are everywhere, saints, we see and don’t see and that’s alright. not all need to be seen by the human eye. it is no less true, real, there though. these saints, these pagans...
by pbsartist | Sep 27, 2020 | OPENstudio
I rose again, not that I thought I wouldn’t. I am not of an age too aged to do so, after all. I rose. I rise. I get up two feel on the floor, slip into slippers, head to the coffee. I rise. This day, this solstice day, I rise. The sun it too, coming, will do so. The...
by pbsartist | Sep 22, 2020 | OPENstudio
what do we default to to protect ourselves? when the darker hours of afternoon settle in to tell you to take a nap take a break take off take what is there underneath that reckons us to the place in the world waiting for our...
