I remember attending an art installation some years ago in Sydney. The title was something like ‘Little Altars Everywhere’. The artist had arranged everyday items as we might have them in our home, to enjoy small groupings, a bit like in the ‘L’il Mexico’ house we stayed in when we…
Poetry…Art…such small words holding such enormous and mysterious content. I grew up in awe of my grandmother’s poems and her brother’s art and have spent…
I spent the morning in a brain fog that simply left me feeling zombie-like. It was just the tiredness that accompanies fibromyalgia but nonetheless, immobilising.…
This morning on my walk I looked up and noticed in the distance over Mt. Gillen, virga falling from the clouds. We long for it…
I love it when things in my life collide with one another—in a good way. I wrote a couple of months ago (hard to believe…