When I was a little girl, perhaps six or seven, I remember lying in my bed and feeling intensely lonely, so much so that I couldn’t fall asleep. “Why are you lonely?” asked my mom, kindly, but perhaps a little befuddled. Our house was full of people and love. My sister slept in the bunk … Continue reading Wait With Me
Beauty comes to me as a love letter. Unfolding it, something enfolds me, and I cannot move past it. I am held by sight, sound and touch, sometimes even by a scent of something so lovely moving on is simply impossible. I must pause from whatever I am doing, wherever I am going. I must … Continue reading Is it not enough?
I didn’t even see the wolves when I first entered their space. My eyes were on the walls, scanning the canvases that hung there: two or three per wall, large canvases that commanded attention. The wolves were much smaller -- slivers of sculpted steel, and not at all expected. How easy it is to miss … Continue reading Unsettled