Dreams

I seldom remember the dreams I have when sleeping. I’m far more in tune with what I call waking dreams, the dreams that enliven my imagination – the I wonder what ifs, the step by step planning of something I hope to create, or the myriad ideas of how to use the . . . → Read More: Dreams

Autumn

It’s been all quiet on the Western front for the last couple of weeks. Primarily because we’ve been cruising the St Lawrence Seaway in search of fall colors between Quebec and Boston. With the exception of an occasional flaming tree, there were lots of yellows and oranges, but relatively few reds in . . . → Read More: Autumn

Box

Over the last twenty years I’ve learned that art-making combined with writing is an efficient way for me to process the “memorable” moments of life – those moments that are so impactful that it takes some intentional time to integrate them into my soul. Frankly, I stumbled into this fast, fun, cheap form of . . . → Read More: Box

Pages

These are the opening pages of my journal…

“Tues. morning before 7:00 – Awakened from sleep with a nightmare about an attempted rape by a taxi driver…Told him to put his clothes back on & climb back in the front seat…He complied…I was not surprised…I felt disturbed, but not terrorized…

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Creativity & Pain

A friend from back East recently asked whether I’d ever explored the linkage between pain and creativity. She reflected on the profuse creativity of Frida Kahlo who suffered tremendous physical pain and Van Gogh who painted beautifully in the midst of deep emotional turmoil. Yet she observed there are those whose creativity . . . → Read More: Creativity & Pain