Today, I went walking along the familiar trail near the bayou—familiar, but never the same. As the sun burned down with July heat, the trail opened into a portal. The ordinary dissolved into a strange orchestration of symbols and messengers, and I walked right into the middle of it, unknowingly stepping across a spiritual threshold.…

Yesterday I sat in at the Silver Street Studios again at Sawyer Yards, surrounded by art supplies, thin sheets of paper, and the comforting chaos of creative energy. Cheryl Russell was guiding us once more, this time beginning our class with the story of Artemisia Gentileschi. A woman who painted her truth when the world…

“If one looks at a thing with the intention of trying to discover what it means, one ends up no longer seeing the thing itself, but of thinking of the question that is raised.” – Rene Magritte Last Sunday, I found myself face-to-face with a sculpture that’s stayed with me all week: The Healer by…

This past week, my ten-year old son has been walking with me on the Shadow Creek Nature Trail.  We take my usual route, cutting through the peaceful grove of trees and heading out along the creek. I pointed out my magic hill, and then he asked me where the “Giving Tree” was. I pointed Tristessa…