Treading Water (2009)

Treading Water, without a care in the world. Sun warming my face, waves lapping at my shoulders creating rhythm through my body. Arms and legs building strength moving in simultaneous determination. Looking straight ahead knowing full-well there will not be a lifeboat to find me. Treading water in perfect rhythm  with no intention of stopping….

Connecting the dots…

Let’s balance our thoughts and put them down on paper mixed up, messed up art. ~e •••••••••••••connect••••••••••••• The crows. They greet me in the woods outside my cabin door. They call to me in constant chorus throughout the evening and into the first break of day. They grieve. Their loss hangs in the air. “Listen…

for today

So every morning I walk to work and I pass a diner about 2 blocks from my office. And every time I pass it, I envision my ideal world where I start my day with a walk and then curl into a cup of coffee surrounded by folks making a low buzz of noise while…