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As Beautiful As A Tree

I sat down Sunday to draw a tree. I had been thinking about it for awhile, and wanted to slow myself down so I could see it well enough to create it on paper. I also needed a “tree” to put on my business card — a symbol of what I am about. So, finally, after having seen “the” tree many times on my way home from work, I took along the pens and paper and sat down to draw.

Wood Sculptures

There is a border between intention (the conscious effect of each curve or bend) and the more powerful energy that is just beyond direct reach of consciousness.

Editor’s Note

Sunbeams

Sweet joy befall thee as in your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth and all you behold, tho it appears without, it is within,
In your imagination, of which this world of Mortality is but a shadow.

William Blake

Selected Poems

Editor’s Note

Thursday

“You done me wrong,” and his voice is full of all the stars in the universe and all the dreams of love that are snuffed out like an annoying candle still burning downstairs at bedtime.

Excerpts From The Incompleat Folksinger

I guess in modern life you have to plan. But there’s such a thing as planning too much. There’s such a thing as planning too early. Here’s what jazz musicians can teach the politicians of the world: we must plan for improvisation.

Sunbeams

The void is the creatrix, the matrix. It is not mere hollowness and anarchy. But in women it has been identified with lovelessness, barrenness, sterility. We have been urged to fill our “emptiness” with children. We are not supposed to go down into the darkness of the core

Adrienne Rich

Selected Poems