Cages or wings, Which do you prefer? Ask the birds Fear or love, baby Don’t say the answer Actions speak louder than words “Louder Than Words,” Tick Tick Boom, Jonathan Larson During these days of self reflection, I always go back to my roots…musical theater. Betcha didn’t see that coming. Our family always… Continue reading
I used to hate poetry, but now I write it. Sometimes …sparingly. Some of it has been published on Spillwords.com, some of it remains in notebooks and journals. Most of it I wrote during college. My practice has been growingly irregular due to the need to write blog posts and PR copy. There are… Continue reading I Used To Hate Poetry, But Now I Write It
My whole world revolves around a piece of plastic. Every morning, after I had my breakfast and made my tea, I retreat to my closet to get dressed. The final touches of earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and perfume are all made in my closet, too. These final moments of my morning ritual are sacred. The… Continue reading Three Years!
There is a lot of writing, working, writing, working, hustling, and all kinds of things happening. I’m caught up in the busy-ness of being busy. Buzzing from one thing to the next, railed out on too much caffeine, and not enough water. Dehydrated. Exhausted. I know I am making a difference, does that make it… Continue reading Meditating on Work
I took a trip up to Londonderry, NH for a doctor’s appointment. The house that Robert Frost’s father, William, purchased for him and his first wife, Ilinor is located only 10 minutes away in Derry, NH. It was a working farm which Robert maintained for a few years during the years he lived there between… Continue reading A Trip to Robert Frost Farm
The moment where everything comes into focus has always eluded me. There were glimpses, seconds of happiness, but never did I think true contentedness, nor at ease would be something I would experience. Many, many moments where I felt congruent in relationship to the world occurred on my trip to Rome, Italy in December. Nearly everything… Continue reading In Rome I Found Me
I listened to Jay Mohr’s podcast on the way home from work. He interviewed Jake “the Snake” Roberts. They talked WWE wrestling, recovery, work, life? Spirituality, service to others. The great quotation said by Roberts was about his definition of what it takes to be a professional. He said that a professional was a person… Continue reading Professionalism and Perfectionist Tendencies
If you know me, then you know I have a terrible stomach. I never received answers as to why that was. I have seen more doctors and specialist than many people see in a lifetime. It is scary when I walk out of a doctor’s office, realizing they have no idea how sick I am,… Continue reading Leaky Gut, Fungus, and Probiotics…Oh my!
This was a blog I posted to another blog created by a former graduate student. He graduated from the school where I work as a librarian. The domain went dormant. I re-post it here because it came up in conversation on Friday with a doctoral student interested in Theopoetics, and practicing theology in the art… Continue reading #ThrowbackSunday Spirituality In the Stacks
This paper was written and submitted for an art history course I took in 2001, during the fall semester of my senior year of college. The focus of the paper are two artists’ renderings of an exterior and an interior of two different sacred spaces. The artists are Giovanni Battista Piranesi’and Jean-Baptiste Isabey, the latter’s… Continue reading #ThrowbackSunday: Art History, Piranesi & Isabey