by pbsartist | Jan 6, 2019 | OPENstudio
It made me smile brought tears to my eyes and not from the intensity of aroma but from the delight of some memory though I have no idea what memory it was having grown up in suburbia I walked closer took a path I was fairly certain wasn’t mine to get to take but...
by pbsartist | Jan 1, 2019 | OPENstudio
it’s disturbing really to not have much right now when in fact there is so much the boys under my roof four six foot plus bodies filling the space and husband just there waking behind the wall I can hear him stretch yawn this morning first in the newest of new...
by pbsartist | Dec 30, 2018 | OPENstudio
It was awkward at first I told myself not to respond to ignore the silly pull that had my arms begin to stretch out and my feet tumble a bit closer I’d gone five days without human contact silent for the duration except for the podcasts in my ears or the kitchen...
by pbsartist | Dec 25, 2018 | OPENstudio
I sat next to him, so to speak as next to as this place allowed. We didn’t know each other, hadn’t spent any other time together yet so much of me was pulled to him. The knit cap snuggly bunted on his head the sweater, like any sweater, yet so...
by pbsartist | Dec 19, 2018 | OPENstudio, pbsartist
This is day three of a six day series expressing my time, day by day, spent in silent retreat at Abbey of Gesthemani, December 10-17. Your essence is your wealth~ Day one: overriding sensation of anxiousness. A twisting of everything internal as well as a mind...
by pbsartist | Dec 18, 2018 | OPENstudio
This is day two of a six day series expressing my time, day by day, spent in silent retreat at Abbey of Gesthemani, December 10-17. It is 12:37. The clatter of silverware is married in the air with Gregorian chant gently piped in to break up the silent sound of...
