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This Day of Remembrance

d55tsd | graphite on recycled acid-free paper | 9in x 12 in

My heart and mind go out to all women and men that have suffered, and continue to suffer, the wars between all of us. One day, will we learn there is a better way? As the very imperfect man that I am, I certainly hope so.

Quiet Magnificence

Agave off of Sitio Lima | Archival Print | 32in x 48in

there are those moments, after the sun begins its travels to distant lands, that stillness settles into the fabric of time. it is no longer day, and it is not yet night. what mystery there is in these moments. sheets of subdued light find themselves softly kissing what exists. It is a slow sweet dance of quiet magnificence.

The Easel Within

d8uy92 | Dry Leads on Rag Paper | 12in x 9in

I have so much respect for those that set up there easels and look out into the world and draw and paint what they see. There is such a richness to be noticed in this world, not matter where one gazes. What of the notion of setting up your easel within yourself? The richness of all that resides in our conscious minds and even more that resides in our unconscious, and perhaps collective, mind. Never ending universes to be discovered.

A View of Humanity

LK9YK5 | 36″ x 48″ | Oil on Canvas

When the Dalai Lama was asked what most surprised him about humanity, he answered: “Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.

-From page 154 of “Huston Smith: Wisdomkeeper”, by Dana Sawyer. It is an extremely well written biography.

Ocean’s Edge

Ponto North 2822 | Archival Print | 32in x 48in

walking to her edge i gaze out upon the divine mystery of all. i listen with joy to this ocean’s words, as she persuades thousands of oval stones to tap lightly upon each other. Such a symphony of percussion as her fingers rush forth and retreat away into sweeping, gorgeous curves, instinctively returning to their depths. Tiny droplets of her liquid, gently carried by the wind, land sweetly on my cold face. Eyes closed, my head directly into the cool breath of the sky, i touch my tongue to the tip of my finger, tasting her salts. And i remember that each of us is but a grain of sand. One grain touching others. An endless beach with the power to accept, caress, nurture, protect, love, all life within.

Noticed Things

Seat of a Chair

Seat of a Chair | Archival Print | 32in x 48in

It is not difficult to find elegance and beauty in the smallest of sometimes unnoticed things. For instance, things like the seat of a chair catching the light from a window on a Sunday, as it rains outside.

So very precious to feel.


Water's Edge at Ponto Beach

Water’s Edge at Ponto Beach | Archival Print | 34in x 48in

Watching the light touch upon the water’s edge as the tide lowers brings to mind the essence of life itself, with all of its power and all of its unknowns.

Clearing at the Beach

Ponto North 2788

Ponto North 2788 | Archival Print | 32in x 48in

It was raining yesterday. I have always loved the rain. And I have had this notion, for the past year or so, of driving down to the beach and sitting in the rain, no umbrella, watching the grey of the sky and the water, feeling the rain falling on me, listening to it beat softly onto the sand. And here was my chance. I excitedly gathered together a chair and a towel, for drying myself when coming home.

Off I was. A simple journey. Rain whipping onto the windshield, grey skies before me. Ah, yes, this was it. But, to my utter disappointment, as I came closer to the ocean, the sky ahead of me was clearing. Alone in the car I said out loud, “Oh, no, you’ve got to be kidding!”. Still traveling towards the shoreline, the droplets ceased to bounce and slide over the windshield. There it was. Light flowing through slivers of sunlit blue sky. The rain was no more. I looked behind me at the dark clouds. I thought of reaching up high into them and pulling the wet and grey back towards me and towards the ocean. I felt so frustrated. I wanted this to happen, just the way I wanted it to happen.

I continued onward towards the shore, parked and got out of the car. There was not even mist in the atmosphere. But, the smell of salt air was gorgeous. I grabbed the chair and walked down close to the ocean’s edge. There I stood for a while and looked up, down, over there and all around. And then I unfolded the chair and sat down. My hopes and expectations for what I wanted were dashed. “What a shame.”, I thought. Yet, when i looked around, it was still so beautiful. The sounds of the waves were so perfect. The contrast of grey skies and clearing blue was wonderful. My eye caught a pelican gracefully kissing the top of a long wave, flying swiftly and expertly along the crest. I watched a seagull from close above me fly what seemed effortlessly out towards the sea’s horizon until I could no longer see evidence of its existence. I looked down in front of me at the stones on the beach: Beautiful ovoid and triangular shapes wearing muted, delicious colors, not one alike. And the cracked shells that once protected life, now give of themselves for new beginnings. And I looked at the sand embracing the shells and the stones so purely. How fortunate I was to be able to experience all of this, within only minutes. How blessed to have health and vibrant senses. And to connect what was there with my mind and my heart. To look at those stones and realize that each is thousands of times larger than the grains of sand tickling their underbellies. And to think of each of us. In relation to the universe, we are smaller than grains of sand. As the water would rise up, over and around the stones, millions of grains of sand would shift and trade places with others. All in this dance of movement. This balancing act of continual change. This exquisite orchestration of evolution.

That moment on the way to the beach, when I realized the rain would not be there, I almost turned back. What I wished to occur, I believed was not going to occur. In my stubbornness and selfishness, I came so very close to missing this entire experience. What I found was a most precious and special gift. What a great loss had I not continued forward, if I had allowed my ever-present ego to lead me away, as it so many times does. I may want this and I may want that. But, I have around me, in this Divine system of existence, so much more than I need, if only i am willing to see and feel, unselfishly, with love in my heart for all. How long will I remember the great lessons of this short trip?

In what seemed the blink of an eye, what initially felt to be disappointment, became a grand life experience that has invoked true gratitude within me for what exists all around us.