Saturday, January 19, 2019

Half Assed

my mom always told me not
to half ass anything
sorry mom

Friday, January 18, 2019

The Dreadful Wind And Rain

old appalachian ballad
my roots

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Mabel Was A Real Swinger

happens to the best of us

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Where Are My Glasses

all the time...

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Hush Hush

my first attempt at animation
got a lot to learn

Monday, January 14, 2019


finally got my wood carving shop
set up and the weather is so cold
i can work in it.....

back to my inside studio
teaching myself animation

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Murphy's Law

note to self:
wear your damn gloves when
adjusting the chain on your

cashed two checks this morning
at my banks drive thru and asked
for all 20's. i always count my
money before leaving but didn't
today because of my sore finger.
got home and was short $100
murphy's law

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Immersed In Wonderland


Friday, December 14, 2018


there is a weak root that barely
anchors me to this world... it's 

realizing that i need it 

 asking help of the plant spirits 
on a rainy morning walk

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Rooted In Nature

amazing artists
diana scherer AND mother nature!

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Keep Shining

i will ~ j

Sunday, December 9, 2018

Old Bone Mother

image: Carolyn Hillyer

 "Old Bone Mother is an archetype, a potential; we find her in the old folktales. In the person of Baba Yaga, with her forest hut which runs on chicken legs, and is surrounded by a wooden fence topped with skulls. In the Siberian story of the dead hero who is taken to an old woman in a cave; she sleeps on his bones, and so brings him back to life. In the Mexican story of La Huesera, who takes bones back to her cave and sings them back to life.

Bones are the essence of us, and they always speak the truth. The childish bones buried beneath The Juniper Tree; The Singing Bone with its story of murder and treachery. You can’t fool the bones, and you can’t fool Old Bone Mother. She’ll lead you to the cave; she’ll sleep on your bones; she’ll show you the way to tend your wounds, how to grope your way gently back to wholeness. Old Bone Mother knows all the tricks of the healing dark. But Old Bone Mother knows we sometimes need a little tougher love. She knows when it’s time to let you go, when it’s time to kick you back out again. Back into the world, back on the path, on out into the promise of returning light.

We need to focus on coming back to our bodies, beginning to repossess our instincts, beginning to reclaim our deep connection to the land and its non-human inhabitants. This is how we heal." ~ Sharon Blackie


Saturday, December 1, 2018

Abandoned Art

spent this rainy day making a little journal
to abandon....

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

What Once Was

(image source: unk)
"there are ruins in each of us. a place where
'what once was' lives on like an echo..haunting
the landscape of our lives with its weathered
foundations. abandoned..scavenged..and dismantled
by time..the ruin is the holiest place in our heart.
it is the ways in which we have been broken that
have earned us a place to stand. it is in our life's
absences that a wild longing is born. this ruined
place is a temple in which to throw
down our grief and our forgetting..and praise
what remains. after all..these remains are the
evidence of how greatly we have loved and 
they should be venerated as the legacy of
survival that they are."
~ toko pa turner

Monday, November 26, 2018

A Borderless Land

(image source unk)
"there is a stand of undeveloped jungle.. a place
of indigeneity within each of us..that can never
be domesticated. it is a borderless land..beyond
personality and convention..even beyond thought..
where pure creativity arises. like the signature
song of a tropical bird..the spiraling of an
arbutus tree..the evening scent of a jasmine
bush..there is an essence in each of us intended
to be expressed. few make the trek into this
creative wild..because the path requires great
vulnerability. to come into our true originality..
we must surrender the layers of numbness we
use to protect our hearts"

"many take the path well worn..but they are only
given a half lived life. to those willing to brave
the unknown path..the dark thicket.. a
remembering of love..magic..and purpose
returns. there is a wild woman under our skin
who wants nothing more than to dance until
her feet are sore..sing her beautiful grief into
the rafters..and offer the bottomless cup of her
creativity as a way of life. and if you are able
to sing from the very wound that you've worked
so hard to hide..not only will it give meaning to
your own story..but it becomes a corroborative
voice for others with a similar wounding."
~toko pa turner

Saturday, November 24, 2018

Remembering Ourselves Home

(image: free people)
"with her beguiling beauty..eros will possess you.
she is a singer and a dreamer..whose elements are
mystery..magic..and earth. her voice isn't pretty..nor
is it sweet..but rather scorched with honesty. and
when she sings..the ache of being alive rattles and
resonates deep in your bones. it's with her raw
passion that she pushes blood into an idea..and
makes it dance. her home is in the wild..and she
speaks the language of all untamed beings. she
is the animal body..both fierce and graceful..who
moves with the rhythm and sway of the soul." 

Thursday, November 22, 2018

The Gift of Simple Moments

i am thankful... and humbled... to be able to see and feel the things most people have forgotten...the gifts of simple daily moments....softly given....

these aged eyes still watch the sun rise to the score of bird song...see the beauty of leafless trees...and constellations in the morning's frost....

hearing coffee pouring into my cup...the crunch of grass beneath my feet...the wind dancing brittle leaves tornado like around the yard...

and the memories....the memories.... always...i whisper to the wind the names of those i carry in my heart...and pray they be kept safe...and healthy...and well loved...

And on this day of giving thanks...i send blessings to each of you

happy thanksgiving

Monday, November 19, 2018

The Light

a hard lesson 
to learn

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Trying To Be A Hero


Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Hello Story...It's Me

this cathartic journey is

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Hello New Day...It's Me


Monday, November 12, 2018

Hello Earth...It's Me


Sunday, November 11, 2018

Hello Breath...It's Me


Saturday, November 10, 2018

Hello God....It's Me

hello glass's me

hello's me

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Hello Hurt....It's Me

broken + broken =

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Hello Fears....It's Me


Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Hello Lost....It's Me


Monday, November 5, 2018

Hello Lies....It's Me

bent from the weight of

Sunday, November 4, 2018

Hello Angels....It's Me

i do...

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Hello Sad Song...It's Me