Weaning Warning

I’ve considered leaving Facebook dozens of times over the years. Each time, the thought of saying farewell to friends with whom I’ve shared stories and laughs has kept me from closing that particular digital door. This time feels different. As of this moment, I still have not closed my account, but find myself taking a step by step approach. I checked and further tightened already tight security options. I’ve eliminated all apps on the site and deleted FB and apps from my phone, including Messenger. Plus, I deleted my FB page and links to the platform on this site. I…

Wednesday Wisdom

I will often post slightly sarcastic or irreverent responses to popular twitter hashtags. Yesterday, for example, when Tuesday Thoughts was trending, I responded with “Thinking about Wednesday.” But not this morning. With a family member in critical condition in the hospital, with no discernible improvement in these past five days, jokes are the last thing on my mind. What is worrying me, beyond and a part of my concern for her, are the loved ones in her immediate family who are hoping and praying for recovery. The angst of knowing how sick she is and not being able to help is tough…

Banjo, The Meadow & Me

Banjo was a pony with a striking tricolor pattern of chestnut, bay, and white that boarded on our small Oregon farm when I was a kid. According to my older brother, he was descended from Indian ponies. I’m not sure how accurate that is, but at the age of 10, if Jimmy said so, it was good enough for me. He was unruly, pig-headed, fat, and determined to get rid of anyone who had the temerity to get on his back. I loved him. Banjo succeeded in sending every male in the family flying, including Uncle Eldon, cousin Merle, Dad, and…

When It Comes To Clouds…

They’ve always been a favorite photographic subject. When it comes to interests, religion and art history and how they intertwine, are high on a fluctuating list. Though far from a religious scholar, I have done my share of studying religious history and religion, in general. Having grown up in the relatively non-dogmatic world of Methodism, my early religious lessons centered around music and Sunday School messages of love and kindness, a European-looking Jesus, Christmas trees, and new Easter outfits.   After disillusionment with religion and a brief stint as an atheist at the age of 18… I jumped into the…

No reasoning with the unreasonable

It has been a wrenching couple of weeks. The ongoing drama of Right vs Left is only a part of the angst, but not the biggest part … no sirree. Lately, it’s felt uncomfortably close to ‘another day, another crisis’, with many hearts broken along the way. Contemplating the level of heartache across the country, and interacting with friends about it on social media, leaves me feeling numb and creatively paralyzed, but thankfully, not alone. Many words have already been written and spoken — by people far more articulate than I — about the injustice of lives broken by tragedy, I will simply share these thoughts…

Artist… a definition

Artist — a person of any age or gender, from any nation and every ethnicity, who expresses the highest and best within their own culture — as well as the least and the worst. An artist is an observer, a reporter, a synthesizer, an innovator, an educator, and an interpreter. Most important: an artist is endlessly curious, never stops learning, is in a constant state of experimentation, and is continually evolving.     This is true for life so you might as well make the most of it.