What do I see beyond the horizon, the obvious limits in my mind, the black and white, the concrete. Where do I feel like soaring? What makes my spirit leap? ...
A New Year's poem... Listen to the call of your heartbeat, to those faint but persistent stirrings inside, they are the whisper of life's wishes for you ...
From R.M. Rilke's "Letters to a Young Poet" :
"Everything is gestation and then bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of feeling come to ...
My friend Heather, a dancer who is involved with Beautify Earth, is putting on a performance next weekend that will include not only dance, but live painting, poetry, and live music. It will be an evening of multiple creative expressions, so if you live near Venice, come out for a performance! You can get tickets […]