Every once in a while I see a bald eagle in the sky, like poetry so beautiful and alive I stop breathing. We have entered the long cold of January. Winter came early this year – two months ago – to invite us deep inside where we can tend to the root of things, tune … More Release
We were in my studio where almost every inch of wall, floor table and shelf is crammed with stuff in process and use, with tools, & paint & vine charcoal & buttons & books & thread & blank paper & other paper covered with notes or ideas or solo, duet, trio, quartet or orchestral music. … More How do you know?