Friday, July 29, 2011

As July comes to a close, cleansing rains come.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Extremely hot weather and nature.
95-100 degree temperatures have been in 
our area for much of the week. Some days there is no breeze.
Only stillness and intense heat.

 One can only go outside for short intervals.

The Cup Plant demonstrates how perfectly
 nature is designed to sustain living things.
Its leaves are unique in that they encircle the stem like
 a cup to hold water. Some of the water it absorbs for itself,
but most of the water is held for pollinators to pollinate its flowers

Here, insects and small birds can drink.

Its flowers are only on the ends
of the stem.
Like a beacon showing the way for food and drink.

Here is the start of a new monochrome painting
 showing human, plant and animal together.

That we remember that we are part of each other is what I want to
say in this painting.

An offering of a small dish of water to help
during this very hot and dry time.

When a gift is left mindfully,
we all benefit.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Emma is uncomfortable when people come to the house.
Recently a repairman came and...

she gets a very worried look on her face,
and becomes extremely alert!

Stop talking, I want to listen!

Who is there?!!

What I find even more amusing is when I'm laughing at her behavior
 she never lets on that I'm laughing at her. 
She still keeps her silly worried look.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Sleeping Dog Drawing

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

 The garden in July

bell peppers


roma tomatoes

roman chamomile


sage blossoms

Saturday, July 09, 2011


It's as if I've been cast under a spell..,
a midsummer night's dream....

there is now an intermingling,
an overlapping, 

between this world
and the other,

When I read that
 "The Canticle cannot be explained
It can only be experienced"
I begin to understand.

Small glimpses of perfection,

messages of perfect love,

Incredible that this would happen
to someone like me,
 hardly a deserving sort.

catch us the foxes
for our vineyard is now in flower,
while we fashion a cone of roses
intricate as the pines;
 and let no one appear on the hill

Translation and commentary on Verse16 of The Canticle

 These moments of understanding do not want to be interrupted,
they want to be held onto and not be intruded upon by such things as doubt.

I return to the waters edge again and again.
Such clarity is at hand.

Metamorphosis-to transform,
to come into ones creative power.
The frog is born into water and through out its life remains close to its source,
always in the element that it was created in.

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

Glorious summer and a new painting inspired by
the Mystical Writings of St John of the Cross.

Wild black raspberries

the exquisite smell of milkweed,

The pale purple of thistle

Detail (above) and full view
of painting inspired by the 13 verse
of the Spiritual Canticle.