For the love

 Vision, 24x24 acrylic on canvas, currently displayed at City Hall in Houston, TX.

Vision, 24x24 acrylic on canvas, currently displayed at City Hall in Houston, TX.

For the Love

For the love of all things Holy, LITERALLY, can we please stop making fun of, complaining about, beating up and beating down, comparing, and competing against, or just being against each other, the earth and all living things, and ourselves for that matter?

If we all look for light in, and love each other ( even when we can’t see the light),

We would have
Nothing to fear
Nothing to fight
Nothing to protect ourselves from

Ready, go.........

This is the practice. All I can do is practice this. I can only dig within and find enough love and peace to see the world through this lens.
I learned about the Jewish concept of tikkun olam from Elliot Gershenson, former president and CEO of Interfaith Ministries here in Houston. He came and spoke to Dr. Bill Kerley's Ordinary Life class. He said if we all loved and honored each other for 10 minutes, we would repair and restore our world, if we all did this for the same 10 minutes. That is too long, too much to ask for? Ok, how about 5 minutes? No? Ok then for 1 minute. For just one minute. It would still be miraculous and maybe enough to change us all. Our work, our practice, is to put in as many minutes as we can everyday.

I love you

Grace in, peace out,

From Knobby Tires

 Me and my brother with his first motorcycle

Me and my brother with his first motorcycle

Where I’m from feels like knobby tires and duct tape with sticky strands,
like dangly blue jean threads high on the thighs of fans .

Where I’m from sounds like disco beats, twisting throttles,
homemade wine sloshing in metal canteens, not bottles.

Homes are tents and barns and waterbeds inside vans
with red and white striped doors with star spangled curtains.

My family is every weekend warrior who shows up at the races,
PBR rinsing mud from the grins on greased faces.

I am small under plastic STP pennant fences,
becoming part of the berm spun at speeds faster than senses.

I breathe in curiosity, I breathe out better questions

Where I’m from feels like, "Why can’t we all be going,
where white flags are last laps, not lost hopes, and

everyone reaches figure 8 checkers flowing?"

[from a collection of pieces - my first church was the race track]

Inspired by a poetry practice guided by Marlon Lizama, 3/14/18
If you want to try writing a "Where I'm From" poem, there are plenty of templates online. I encourage you to give it a try. I came back to this one many times adding sensory details and accidentally it started rhyming, so I went there. If you give it a try, send me what you write!

How does it make you feel?

Why I teach parenting-
It is not because I know better.
It is not because I do it better. Lord knows I have had a "parenting fail" the day of almost every session I have lead.
It is because I see how what I've been taught makes our relationships better. It is because the two way streets of compassion, connection, and understanding I have with our children make heaven on earth for me. 

This Linkism is everything. This is why I jump at every chance to share these tools and resources.

"I need to move my stuff out of the art studio."
"Are you giving it up for financial reasons?"
"Primarily, but even if I had that kind of money each month, it would probably be better spent on painting lessons."

"How does letting it go make you feel?"

Reflecting back now, my answer is, "Your asking this question in the tone that you did, with curiosity and compassion, and willingness to sit with me, with my tears, makes me feel so much love, connection, respect, that I don't remember if I was sad or disappointed. I am so joyful in being seen, heard, and loved."