Back to Love

Two weeks ago, I returned from late fall in Buenos Aires, Argentina, to my small casita inside the intense heat of New Mexico. Quiet. No city noise. All the rich moments of being with family and friends in honor of my recently deceased father, and sharing my novel Child of Duende with so many inspired…

Before I was Born

I discovered a pattern in a series of drawings that I made lately. These drawings were made during a period of three days. They are not all the drawings that I made. They are just a sampling. The pattern is of a layered history. I had this pattern in many other drawings that I did…

Woman of the XXI century – Are You REALLY Aware of Your Power?

As women, we are obligated to be “superwomen”. We take on so many responsibilities, commitments, duties, hobbies – often so we can meet the needs of others. In our busy lives we find ourselves bombarded 24/7 by so much information, that at times we feel overwhelmed and tired just by the thought of having to…

Springtime Without You

I’m sharing a poem from many springs ago, as I prepare for this spring’s surprises…a grieving of the old…a rebirth: Spring locks her jaws into the hard earth, a pitter patter of rain seeking refuge inside. The windows shut, now open, the moon peers through rows of empty branches, Seeing something I don’t— tulips growing…

An Inner Conflict

Obviously there is in this drawing something that grows. And also there is a relationship. The relationship is between two groups. The green and brown is one group and the yellow and ochre is the second group. The yellow and the ochre are free from attachment to the ground. They are transparent and interpenetrating with…