Monday, January 30, 2017

Digital Abstracts

On those rare occasions that I paint these days,
I'm drawn to abstraction.

(Notice I didn't say I drive myself
to distraction.)

There's something about the power of color
and form and line that has a purity 
that's somehow diminished
by introducing representation into the mix,
at least to my way of thinking.

I've been drawn to creating abstract pieces
on Polyvore lately, as well.

Here's one such piece.

I called it

wait for it. . . .

You are Art.
I hate being predictable.

More to Follow.

Sunday, January 29, 2017

No Going Back

There comes a tipping point
for every individual
when they've committed themselves
to speaking out
to doing what makes them a little fearful
to shining their divine light
into the darkness of complacency
or ignorance or willful blindness
and there's no going back
to the safety of the cocoon.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

More Art Journaling

I bought Rebecca Solnit's book
Men Explain Things to Me
for my Kindle.

That little digital marvel
is making the time I spend 
on the Octane exercise bike
go faster.

Not very far into it,
but I know what she means.

Too many men feel compelled to explain things to women
(us poor addled creatures that don't know nuthin)
even when they don't have the foggiest idea
of what they speak
and we may be experts on the topic.

Did I mention
I rarely date?

Monday, January 23, 2017


At Judkins Park during the pre-March rally,
there was a young man with cloth bags
full of long-stemmed roses of all colors,
some even multicolored.

He was offering them to people who went by.
Most declined. Not all.
Some carried these little works of beauty with them.

Don't know who he was, but thanks.
It was one of the moments of delight I experienced.

And that's no small thing.

Narya Marcille poster, available on etsy.
Just search for the Women's March poster.
I just bought one.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

The Day After the Women's March

The Women's March in Seattle.

January 21, 2017.

On a beautiful January day in the Puget Sound region.

People inspired to work for change 
on issues near and dear to their hearts.

People willing to be the change
they want to see in the world.

People who believe in compassion, inclusion, stewardship of the earth, that black lives have often not mattered as much as they should in this society, that health care access and affordable care
are essential in modern society, that different doesn't mean diminished value, that love between two adult people should be honored and their marriage legal even if they aren't a traditional heterosexual couple, that diversity strengthens our country
because it offers new perspectives and ideas.

No every marcher subscribed to every opinion expressed.
But there was room in the protest tent for expression,
honoring the person even if not agreeing with the message.

Seattle's a city that somehow encourages expression 
and giving new ideas sturdy legs.

And when women come together to plan a demonstration,
it's most likely to unfold without violence,
with no arrests, just as yesterday did.

Above all, I hope it's a city
where demonstrators understand that
this is just a beginning.

Pick an issue.
Get to work.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Recipe for Creating Change

I'm supporting the Women's March for Change
in D.C. and cities around the country.
I think it makes the good old boys nervous
to see women who are angry
and saying no to power.

But marching isn't enough.
It may have put pressure on the US government
to end the war in Southeast Asia
decades ago
(that, plus the fact that by the mid-sixties
almost everyone in the country had a television set
tuned to the nightly news
showing reporters embedded with troops
and presenting a less rosy picture
than the official government blather).

Times have changed
in the intervening decades.
 Spending a day marching isn't enough.

The sophistication of Tea Party tactics
must be co-opted and used to promote
a different, inclusive agenda.
One that says
we won't put up with policies
that promote the 1%
and leave the rest of us adrift.

What we need is targeted,
effective action.

Lots of it.
Day in and day out.
Not for four years
or eight years,
but until those of us who marched
in the 60s
are all dead and buried.

Educate yourself on what works now.
Find allies.
Work hard,
but don't forget to dance
and laugh and play.
You need to recharge your batteries
so you don't lose power.

And remember to follow this
recipe for creating change.

Friday, January 20, 2017

Hippies, Peaceniks and Activists

Access to health care is threatened.
Social Security and Medicare are under attack.

Whether or not you voted for Mr. Trump or not,
these issues affect you or someone you love. . . 
a parent or grandparent, 
a college graduate who hasn't found a job.
Someone with a pre-existing condition who will be
uninsurable, like before "Obamacare."
Like someone who's had a catastrophic health crisis
and has incurred equivalent medical costs
so they've max-ed out their lifetime limit. . . 
which the Affordable Care Act did away with.

You may worry about climate change and the obliteration of species
after species and the climate change deniers who are now holding
the reins of power.

You may be adamant about protecting water,
banning GMO's, taxpayer-funded corporate handouts,
the plight of the homeless.
The dismal state of education.
The cost of college tuition.

You may be non-white, or non-straight, or not native born
and worry your rights will be abridged in this climate
of "us vs. them."

All legitimate concerns
given the rhetoric of the alt-right.
The folks that believe that equality is relative
and might makes right.

For everyone gobsmacked by the election outcome -- 
stop spending your energy ranting.

I'm not telling you to get over it,
I'm saying it's time to get on with it.
Staying stuck in fear and grief
immobilizes you at a time
our country is threatened by inaction
in the face of goings-on that threaten your values.

Pick an issue, educate yourself
 on what actions have positive impact,
 find and mobilize allies,
 and get to work. 

That's how we become the change
 we want to see in the world. 

Yes we can!

Haiku My Heart: Pomegranate

a pomegranate
symbol of fertility
bursting with ripe seeds

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Art Journaling # 7

When I created this piece last night
and wrote
"into every life a little rain must fall"
I was thinking metaphorically.

Little did I know that when I went to the mailbox
this morning to retrieve the books that I'd ordered
I'd be totally soaked from driving rain.


Took a half hour of dryer time 
to correct the situation --
coat and shoes both.

But hey
I still stand by the claim that
Love is the Only Rule.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

More Post Secrets: Cautionary Tale

Sometimes we can only learn the hard way.
We ignore red flags.
We minimize stinging comments and say
"He/she didn't really mean it."

But guess what.
Being alone isn't so bad, 
as long as you don't take up
where that other person left off
in the emotional abuse department.

Monday, January 16, 2017

More Art Journaling

You may feel lost
because of the state of U.S. politics
and all the chaos and confusion.

Don't worry.
There's plenty of inspiration.
Your story isn't over yet.

Saturday, January 14, 2017


We all find ourselves confronted
from time to time
by detours in our life.

We think things will happen one way,
but reality is something else altogether.
So we're off down an unfamiliar road,
griping about what isn't
as much as what is
because we were really attached
(and still are) to the outcome
we imagined.

Learning to love what is
seems like one of the hardest things
a grown-up has to master. . . .
but it's all a matter of realizing
you can't believe everything you think.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Venice

gondolas rocking
vaparetto passing by
Venice awakens

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Up, Up and Away

Have you ever been up, up, and away
in a beautiful balloon?

long ago
in a galaxy
far, far away
my spouse
arranged a hot air balloon ride
and champagne picnic afterwards.

The couple that went with us --
 a business client and his wife --
we kind enough to not tell us
that they'd been on a hot air balloon excursion previously
and that they'd crash landed.

We touched down with only a jolt or two
and the chase car was waiting 
to transport us to our feast.

Somewhere in my memory box
there's a small photo album to commemorate
that birthday.
That spouse is now planning parties
for wife # 3.

That's my story.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Follow Your Heart

As for
"Just Give Me Time and I'll Get Over You,"
yes, and no.
Getting over someone who blew your little heart to bits
isn't just a matter of time,
it's a matter of forgiveness.
Not because he or she deserves it,
but because you do.
And you deserve to forgive yourself, too.
For loving someone that cheated,
or took advantage,
or walked away.
Consider it exercising your heart muscles
and find someone who deserves the love
you have to give abundantly.

As for 
"Follow Your Heart,"
well. . . .
that should go without saying.
Use your brain, your powers of thought,
to figure out how to move yourself
to where your heart beckons.

I have a special mug
with the phrase "Listen to your heart"
written on the inside lip,
so I see it when I sip my morning cuppa chai.
It's a replacement mug,
as someone accidentally broke the first.
It was out of production when that happened
and it took me a year of scouring the web
and discovering a couple of shady vendors on Amazon market
(who Amazon has since dealt with)
and continuing to persevere in spite of that
and finally,
I found an online vendor not too far from home
that brought this ceramic chalice to my door.
I guess you might say
I followed my heart to the "oh, I missed you" mug.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Who Else?

The art of being who you are,
without comparison.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

The Best is Yet to Come

This phrase
"The Best is Yet to Come"
generally matches my optimistic nature.

Even when some event in my life
stuns me or chaos beckons,
it's comforting to think
that there's some great good
waiting just over the horizon,
if only I keep moving forward.

With some of the things happening in 
our Nation's capital,
like the de-funding of Planned Parenthood
even though no federal funds
are used for abortions and haven't been
for quite some time,
the effort to repeal Obamacare --
a law that's been highly successful
in many dimensions
even though I personally don't think
it went far enough --
without providing an alternative plan,
and documented election interference
from a government
that holds ill will towards our country. . . 

I'm not sure I can muster up
any optimism at all,
at least as far as the next four years.

And then there are the tweets 
from a thin-skinned child-man
 who seemingly has no filter
and says the first thing that pops into his mind,
no matter how inflammatory
and detrimental to national interest
or civil discourse.

There are acts of hate and intolerance 
which some feel entitled to inflict
because the President-elect
has stirred up a hornet's nest
of intolerance.  

What it's easy to feel
is profound anxiety
and sadness.

It's easy for a gentle soul to wonder,
"Has the country of my birth gone mad?"

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Change of Pace

I've posted a few consecutive Secrets,
some real, some not-far-from-truth,
but I thought I'd go for a change of pace.

One thing I can do while playing
is create an art journal spread
in no time flat.

No waiting for watercolors to dry,
or glue to stick,
or fussing over drawing and calligraphy.

See what I mean?

Friday, January 6, 2017

Haiku My Heart: Sculpture

To join in the fun or appreciate the offerings,

a tight formation
silver-winged aviators
reflect pink sunset

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Post Secrets: Laundry

Actually, I still do.
Not the sorting and washing and drying part.
The folding and putting away part.
Where is automation when you need it?

But I am amused by women who claim
that the vibration of the spin cycle
excites them.

I guess you need to take pleasure
where you find it.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Post Secrets: Alas

Maybe that's why men seem to be
allergic to me.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Monday, January 2, 2017

Sunday, January 1, 2017

2017 Word

My word for 2017 is


Work with the Divine
to co-create miracles.

Look for them everywhere.