“Like a dream, Whatever I enjoy Will become a memory; The past is not revisited.” ― Shantideva What have we lost this year, the year of the pandemic? That’s an intensely personal question, isn’t it. As an older person who is dreadfully aware that the ultimate end of my days is drawing near, the greatest suffering of the Pandemic hasn’t been having to stay at home, losing my job, or even suffering from illness or the death of loved ones. It is the frustrating knowledge that as days come and go, I can’t ever reclaim them. My loss is time, and Read More …

As human beings, we are sense makers. We constantly try to understand what is happening, what things mean using the pitifully tiny perspective we have been granted by our individual lives and experiences. Although this sense-making serves us well much of the time, it also can be extremely limiting and may keep us from new ideas and ways of thinking and being. It is also exhausting to be constantly assigning meaning and defending our concepts. In this moment, we as a species must move to greater creativity, and also find that we are in dire need of restorative rest. Shunyata Read More …

When I was little, I experienced “not knowing” a lot. It was as though everyone else in the room had been around for some explanation that I had missed, and so what seemed sensible to them, was puzzling to me. I still feel like that a lot of the time. My art is made to share that feeling with those who see it. Are there languages we don’t know how to read being written inside the bark of trees? Do the scratches in the sand have meaning? Are natural phenomena, the phases of the moon, the marks of waves, or Read More …