“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” ~Rumi Love. One syllable. A simple word with the most complex, layered, nuanced meaning. The deepest of human emotions, love. It’s the feeling we all want, need, crave. We all want to be loved. Love hurts. It really does. It’s painful to feel true romantic love. It’s painful to have love and lose it. Unrequited love is one of the most painful human emotional experiences. Love twists up the core of me, an

I’ve been struggling. Pushing through the feeling of going through the motions of my life. Watching myself move through life at a short distance outside myself. It’s at times I feel this way, I make a conscious effort to return to the source. Return to the source of why I’ve made certain decisions, and why I’ve taken certain paths in my life. The source of what makes me, me, and what brought me to where I am in my life. Returning to my source, or sources, helps clear some of

The Fab 40’s are alight in holiday glow. A simple errand runs me into backed-up holiday- light traffic. All I want to do is get my dinner home, and rest, but I end up amongst crowds of revelers. It's ok, though, it makes me smile at the irony of it all. December came quick and is extra chilly-dark this year. My heart drifts home to be under a warm blanket, leaving the rest of my body and mind feeling disconnected from the day-to-day. Backyard Persimmons Nights are long and sh

I was born an Artist, a Painter. It’s the life I’ve lived. My creative road has been a circuitous one. More like a roller coaster, than a road. Ups, downs, highs, lows, peaks, and valleys. We live many different lives inside our one life, but the one constant for me is being an Artist. Scenes from Sac State, "Kadema Palm" Acrylic on Canvas This said, you can imagine the existential and identity crisis one may go through when not painting for a signicant period of time