Artist’s Journal
This is my artist journal. Some call it a "blog," but I've never liked that term. Here's where l’ll share my most current work worth noting and give you some insights into my creative process.
I will also share some of my writings about my life’s journey living with a rare neurological disease that mimics multiple sclerosis called MOG antibody disease. It’s a part of my life that shapes me as an artist today.
The Unexpected Healing Guide: Overcoming a Bruised Ego with ChatGPT
ChatGPT and I engaged in a series of insightful dialogues, weaving through the wisdom of psychology, the teachings of Jesus, and the principles of A Course in Miracles (ACIM).
Beyond this World
From my recent deeper engagement with A Course in Miracles, I'm receiving imaginative sparks that appear as images as I "do" the lessons.
Practicing a New Way to Soar
I must find a new way to be propelled in this world. It used to be gumption and gusto I called on. They appear briefly these days, long enough to tempt me to put them on like a pair of wings and fly, fly, thinking I am the old me again. Only to crash into the reality that I am not.
A Course in Miracles Lesson Collages
Recently, I started doing the Course in Miracles Workbook Lessons again. But this time, I'm really doing them.
The Wind of My Soul
Recently, I have rekindled my love for Yusef/Cat Stevens that started 48 years ago. Sometimes, when you look back at your past from where you are now, you can reflect on the experience much differently.
Symphony of the Senses
There is a reason meditation is called spiritual practice. If you keep at it, you may experience the intimacy of the Spirit within you. Let me tell you of a wonderful experience I hope inspires you.
Chosen by The Living School of Action and Contemplation
I'm so humbled and honored to have the chance to learn from five of the most significant living contemplative teachers, Living School core faculty Richard Rohr, Cynthia Bourgeault, James Finley, Barbara Holmes, and Brian McLaren.
Prisoner of My Heart
Here lately, my heart has felt heavy and my mind troubled. I have felt trapped with the insane thoughts of my ego-mind. If I made art expressing this, could it somehow set me free?
Beyond What These Eyes Can See
My eyes were closed when I first saw this vision. Something vast, seemingly unsurmountable, was blocking the light.
Escaping Hell
One morning in early January of 2020, I was fighting back the sadness and pain that grief can sometimes lay on you like a lead blanket.
