creation

who made these hands

and blessed them -

made these hands

to be a blessing.

and the one who made

these hands feels -

the joy of that creation.

brush fire

sometimes i paint

in darkness...

on cave walls

a hermit -

with brush on fire

my pocket book of hours

• vigils: guard me sleeping that i may wake with christ

• lauds: my soul waits for the lord more than they that watch for the morning

• terce: you have brought me in safety to the beginning of the day

• sext: day in, day out, you are the light of all things

• none: teach me to count my days aright

• vespers: there is a place of quiet rest near to the heart of god

• compline: lord grant me and those i love a peaceful night and a perfect end

confession

i'm not the kind of person who

always does boundaries well

everything about me

is marshmallow soft

no tough exterior

to offer protection

everything bleeds through

and sometimes it feels like

i'm holding the world's pain

mosaic

what beauty can come from brokenness?

golden (for kel)

today, let me

dip my brush

in honey

and like the bee

paint a sweet

golden prayer

digital

with apologies to olivia newton john:

digital, digital

i wanna' get digital

let's get into digital

let me watch you

photo-shop...

seriously, i feel like bob dylan (with apologies to bob dylan!) when he went electric. exploring the digital realm of art making has been like a tonic.

knit

we are knit together in secret,

in our mothers' wombs

we are knit, far from prying eyes

and yet not hidden from

the one who does the knitting

so skillfully are we fashioned

no two ever alike, yet all the same

in the ways that matter most

each bearing our maker's mark

glow (for my beloved)

when you smile at me,

my heart sings

when you reach

for my hand,

my heart fills

with gladness

and when you

hold me close,

my heart glows,

warmed by the

strength of your love

today i will...

today i will give my desire for

permanence the day off

and sit in a chapel

made of twigs and spit

today i will give my desire for

certainty the day off

and dwell in the place

of not-knowing

today i will give my desire for

security the day off,

open the windows and

let in the breath of fresh air

marrow

white buffalo came to me

in a dream:

give up,

give up the

illusion of control.

this moment,

this moment is a gift,

pure and simple.

savor each and

every one you are given.

suck its marrow,

and you will taste your life.

aloha

i have seen your face

and i cannot

will not
forget you

my aloha

is more than

hello/goodbye in passing

it is

compassion

mercy

peace

and love

encompassed

in a single

word

a word that means

you live now in my heart

torn

i am torn

torn between

inner and outer

i can only take

so much of the latter

before the whipping wind

blows away all

the fluff and

i am stripped bare

my seeds

scattered

dance

sometimes

all i wanna' do...

is dance