"My heart must open to the cosmos with no language unless we invent it moment by moment in order to breathe."
         -Jim Harrison


I may wake before dawn feeling lonely, or weary from the slog of a prior day, or hungover from a bad dream.  But even so I've come to realize art is everywhere if I pay attention , look hard enough. My life is art and art lives within me. Maybe art is the wrong word. I don't even like the word, how it rolls off the tongue. Maybe what I mean is that the sacred is in every person, thing and place. But that the ego suppresses these things, more in favor of the spectacular or noteworthy. So it's a matter of realization . . . of letting go, of opening our heart and spirit to the world, even its ugly places and things. I couldn't be happier to share these places and things with you, the art that is inside me.

 

At a coffee shop downtown OKC, I just saw this beautiful woman with stretched earlobes, large flesh tunnels, the size of a silver dollar. And through the hole in the middle I saw a little tattoo on her neck of a tiny bird, a scissor tail fly catcher with a long slender forked tail.

 

Please tell me you are well today and happy. If you are not just take a picture with your mind of something in your daily life , and send it to me, release it into the wind as it swirls around a tall building, attach a little wish or prayer to it. This will make you happy ...to know you are sending a little grace and beauty to a distant friend and that it will mean the world to him ...