Every woman (or man), when she gets quiet, when she becomes desperately honest with herself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings and queens, all poets, all musicians; we have only to... Continue Reading →
The Awesome Mystery and Miracle We Share
The Awesome Mystery and Miracle We Share When the eye wakes up to see, it suddenly stops taking anything for granted. The thing I draw, be it leaf, rosebush, woman, or child, is no longer a thing, no longer my "object". By drawing it, I dignify it. I declare it worthy of total attention, as... Continue Reading →