Friday, April 26, 2019

We Are The Ark

listen to the podcast here
please help our planet...

Monday, April 22, 2019

Sunday, April 21, 2019

Yes Please

wood fired
ceramic eggs
yes please

Thursday, April 18, 2019

New Carving And Something Delicious

she watches over me
new goddess carving

look at these bowls
seems like everything
i'm drawn to comes
from over the pond
cellular memory?

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

World Voice Day

"while I am watching the animals and birds I am watching the river and listening. In the water I hear the aboriginal sounds which musicians and poets, shamans and seers have heard in the Great River from the beginning and repeated to their people. In the sound I hear their songs cast into the Great River a long long time ago. Music from the veiled source and these human melodies gather in the long bed waiting to be heard and retrieved by someone, somewhere downstream, in time. Adding to this eternal litany, I tell my own stories to the river, stories I have heard, dreams which people have entrusted to me, my own dreams, tales I have read. The words I write I take to the river and read to the water. Until I have given the words to the river they are not mine to give. Until they are thrown into the flow, washed and bedded in her body, I do not trust their purity. The water absorbs the sounds and the timeless commingling continues, running with purpose to union with all the waters circling this sweet earth. In the waters the sounds go round and round. 

Sometimes I think of the animals hearing the songs in the water and perhaps understanding something good about us. I always carry with me one of my stone animals. Washed in the river, the animal returns the sound to its altar in the studio and the sounds in the stone sing like the stones in the riverbed."

beautiful words about voice
by meinrad craighead

who do you share 
your voice with?

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Never Give Up

"how sad to think that nature speaks
and mankind doesn't listen"

my greatest mentors

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Sunday, April 7, 2019

The Language of Stones

there are those of us
who walk the earth

Saturday, April 6, 2019

The Beauty of Wood

i am simply gobsmacked
by the beauty of wood
i share my mealtimes
with this wood spirit

Friday, April 5, 2019


“Loneliness is our precious gift. Solitude can give us back time we have lost and a wide empty space in which to wander without purpose or constraint. In this place all life slows and becomes suspended. Inside solitude we may lay down the burden of our wounds. When darkness has enveloped us with endless nights of chaos and confusion..when we are dismembered..broken into pieces and reduced to fragile threads..when we are disappearing into wounds that it seems may never heal..then we shall seek out solitude to be our refuge. We may be thinned out by all the work of letting go. There is so much scraped away from us..more than we could have imagined and in ways never anticipated. We have been left only with these gaping..hungry wounds. But there is release in the diamond clarity of being stripped to the core. Perhaps only in this moment..with nearly everything peeled we truly understand the value of what remains. And grief will pursue us if we try to avoid the sorrow of our wounds. It will sit quietly working its roots down into our souls. But when we are wrapped in quiet isolation..we may walk more closely to our sorrows and come to understand the nature of the journey that we share. We know that in the end our wounds have the power to change us and we will find relief in this haven of wept tears. True isolation may take us to a liberation we did not even know was there. The protection given to us by solitude is without measure. Let us be unafraid to be alone. Loneliness will still be holding us with tender care when all other arms have dropped away.”
i know this gift....

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Something Old...Something New

i rescued this old sink
decades ago
thinking i would use it for
potting flowers

i dug it out from under a 
blanket of pine needles today
doing a little spring cleaning

i've thought a lot lately
of redoing my kitchen
i think this old lady will
be right a home there

she's been patient.....

lady banks
not sure they'll root
spoke to their spirits
we'll see

Monday, April 1, 2019

It's Said....

it's said that to hold a jaw bone
you own the voice of what
spoke on earth.
when carving this antler
i wondered if i now own
this animals thoughts