Collaging of souls.


This tattered old soul
full of holes
and gaps
where memories
have fallen

This tattered old soul
that yet clings
to those
that whip across
the conscious self
like bright spots of color
where others are faded,
washed out. Dimmed.

And this consciousness
dipped in those bright spots of colour,

I willingly tether
to the tattered old soul
across whose dusty,
faded pages
this story yet unfolds,
for time untold.


Seeking Warmth.


Oranges and lemons, four for a penny…


This painting is a donation to help raise funds for Artz: Artists for Alzheimer’s. You can read more about this wonderful program here.

It’s a Meet me at the Mardi Gras themed evening replete with music, food, a live band, and of course, beads. It promises to be a fun evening. I hope we raise a lot of funds for this fabulous program!

Spread the love….


Love is…

an adventure, a promise, a song, spiritual, God, a thought, an action, hope, light……that which makes us whole.

Counting by 7s

Counting by 7s

“I was taken to see an educational consultant that autumn and the woman did an evaluation. She sent my parents a letter.
I read it.
It said I was “highly gifted”.
Are people “lowly gifted”?
Or “medium gifted”?
Or just “gifted”? Its possible that all labels are curses. Unless they are on cleaning products.
Because in my opinion its not really a great idea to see people as one thing.
Every person has lots of ingredients to make them into what is always a one-of-a-kind creation.
We are all imprefect genetic stews.”

So says Willow Chance, a 12 year old ‘genius’ of a girl, who is obssessed with germs, growing plants, diagnosing strangers and making varied yet profound observations through out this treasure of a book.

The voice of the book, like most of its characters is very observational, matter of fact, it cuts through the chase. The profound tragedy is neither overwrought nor is the kindness overly gush-ied. And yet one is left feeling deeply moved.
Its that very simplicity that gets to you.

The characters do not endear themselves by burrowing into our hearts but by leaving us with a marrow deep conviction that it would be an absolute blessing to have such people in our lives. People who walk the walk. And they walk it not because its expected of them but because its who they are.

“I realise now that I am worrying about all of them.
Its better than worrying about myself.
This is one of the secrets that I have learned in the last few months.
When you care about other people, it takes the spotlight off your own drama.”

Torn Sunrise



Morning glory

my meditation

my breathing space

my prayer.