miracles

miracles always, ALWAYS surround us.as evidence of this… all these three photos were taken in a three minute walk from the bus stop to my front door. always, these miracles surround us.if only i open my eyes…read…daily om’s stillness in...
pages from my doodle diary…

pages from my doodle diary…

do birds compare like women do? on the length of legs, the colour of feathers?the thought struck me as rather amusing, so out flooded the drawing of comparing birds.i still remember the day when i climbed to that rock in front of those woman and called my name for all...

tender, shaky kind of place

joshy and alyssa on jack”Compassionate action starts with seeing yourself when you start to make yourself right and when you start to make yourself wrong. At that point you could just contemplate the fact that there is a larger alternative to either of those, a...

what do you know?

in honour of nanowrimo (yes, i know it’s not until november – but the spirit of writing is here) i want to try and write something everyday. i’m not sure what about. just write, let it out there, let it be.words swim around in my head this evening....

miracles.

it is late afternoon. i am reorganising my studio, my altar. my hand comes to rest on my handmade talisman of the egyptian goddess maat. out, out, out into the lush backyard. the talisman wants to be in the grass. i begin photographing it, faint streaks of light...