I Am Beautiful?

The following post is written by my daughter, Elya. I find her perspective quite interesting and challenging: This poem is about aging and how, as women, we can be extremely harsh on our bodies as they change and go through what is a very natural part of life.Also, how we will do everything in our …

Mixed Media, Grace, and the Red-breasted Robin

I think grace is a lot like art—spontaneous, free flowing, alive for the capture.

Broken Promises

Whether we live in realms of realism or dally in make-believe, broken promises snap off the tender twigs of trust we extend to ourselves and to others: We promise ourselves that we will stop our addictive behavior, and yet we continue. We promise ourselves that we will leave that abusive relationship, and yet we stay. …

The Gift of the Artistic

The artistic are gifts for humankind. They are light bearers among us. They are light bearers among us. They show us the way through creative expression: Wrap truth with words Paint the imagined so we can see Sculpture an idea so we can touch Artistic expression also unveils the dark side of human nature: Shattered …

Bird of Paradise: Finding Contentment through Art

Paradise does not exist in some vague, distant place.We discover contentment by being present in the here and now and making something beautiful from the real stuff of life. Today, all I want to be is an artist—an oil painter and collage artist. Yes, art has sufficiently seduced me. Will I ever leave words? No! …

The Black Hole of Lost Love

My daughter, Elya, wrote a poem she titled, "The Black Hole of Lost Love." Her new painting illustrates the poem. She presents an artistic perspective of unrequited love and love we leave behind.

Life Interrupted

In 1Kings 19:11-13, the prophet, Elijah, discovers that God’s majesty comes in an unexpected way. Today, I’m grateful for God’s gentle whispers in the midst of life interrupted.

The Extraction

When shards of life slice through our souls and lodge in our hearts, character flaws form and fester around these painful experiences: We find ourselves overcompensating with ambition for injuries to self-esteem suffered in childhood.We grow suspicious and cynical because of abandonment suffered from disloyal relationships.Negative experiences with churches, employers, or organizations sully our trust …

The Loss of Innocence

“I want to write poetry that heals the soul.” Last night, my daughter, Elya, expressed this desire after she read her poem, “The Loss of Innocence,” to me. She is exploring the idea that self-forgiveness breaks the cycle of shame that perpetuates addiction and abuse. Her desire is for those who have suffered from abuse …