by pbsartist | May 19, 2020 | OPENstudio
Like a contented baby in their crib newly woken transfixed by the light glinting off the dust motes knowing without thinking peace mommy will come. or a crab, scuttled under the ocean-bottom sand keening in anticipation of passing dinner. Waiting in peace in...
by pbsartist | May 17, 2020 | OPENstudio
I know so many will not believe. I don’t even know what it is I am hoping they believe in. All I know is that if enemies arise for my efforts here, and they will, I ask only that I believe enough to not be shaken from my passion. To hold my brush over the surface of...
by pbsartist | May 12, 2020 | OPENstudio
It happens right here, walking. No reaching for untethered shorelines. No seeking safe-harbour others have written about in travel pamphlets. Right here as I sit, tea in cupped hands, dog curled tight at my feet, birds singing life into the rising light it is only and...
by pbsartist | May 10, 2020 | OPENstudio
Why can we not, they not, let it be? Why must we humans rally to prove or disprove, Where really all we need to do is listen, and go on to Being the best we can be, based on the call which Only this listening supplies? Today this day once again, God I do my best to...
by pbsartist | May 5, 2020 | OPENstudio
He said christmas eve and I heard only capricorn a well fitted friend to my son, the pisces full of fluid energy, not always able to stand ground and rest in himself. Unlike his father of the same sign this not-blood companion would offer this fish a place to land not...
by pbsartist | May 3, 2020 | OPENstudio
Linger in this place which is not only safe, but free as well. In and among the inhabitants of the inward home where you have no enemies, and when an invasion occurs, teasing to show up as such, realize they turn into friends or are turned out. Everything in this...
