Thursday, September 29, 2011


"No man is an island," said John Donne.
I believe we are all islands- in a common sea...

Solitude, says the moon shell.
Center-down, says the Quaker saints.
To the possession of the self the way is inward,
says Plotinus.
The cell of self-knowledge is the stall in which
the pilgrim must be reborn,
says St. Catherine of Siena. 

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Port Townsend, WA


There is geometry in the humming of the strings.
There is music in the spacing of the spheres.
580-500 BC

Music & candles soothe the soul.  Old wine bottles bring some pizazz to big sills with dried flowers...

hot water to slip off labels

taper ends to fit snuggly

careful when leaving in the sun, melt easy!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011


I need the sea because it teaches me.
I don’t know if I learn music or awareness,
if it’s a single wave or its vast existence,
or only its harsh voice or its shining
suggestion of fishes and ships.
The fact is that until I fall asleep,
in some magnetic way I move in
the university of the waves. 

-Pablo Neruda