How Can We Change

The great experiment of capitalism has borne witness to many spectacular events, capabilities, and “achievements”; a scale of mass change without precedent.

Using Photography As a Social Benefit

When I was asked to help out the Mental Health Association of Frederick County, my mind swarmed with ideas. The first goal was to enhance the offering of their upcoming gala, the Catoctin Affair.  Attended by more than 500 area residents, this black tie event has become more of an event than just a local…

Beneath The Busy Surface Mind

Every moment new, fresh, never before and never again – yet so much of it I trade for the future or squander on futile attempts to rewrite the past.

Lost Until Found

What is it that calls to you, that calls to you from within your being?  What demands your attention so fiercely that you go to all lengths to avoid it?  What speaks so softly, so swiftly to your soul that just listening brings you to your edge and your eyes begin to weep?  This is where you should put your days efforts.  This is your soulcraft!

We Ourselves In Here Not Others Out There

Generosity radiated from the heart makes way for the heart to open and clear understanding becomes possible.

Original Instructions 

Springtime – a surge of life force awakens from dormancy full of inspiration hope and energy. The plants and the trees understand and work with the cycle of nature. They do not try to make spring forever time. And they have a process they follow as part of the cycle –  it’s what comes next;…

Moments – Fleeting and Unknown

This ever fleeting moment – a felt sense of eternity. And Forever-ness the nemosis of Now; a tonic we use to numb the mind from the burns from the comet – time.  Yet it is the very constancy of change that gives the flickers that dance across the night sky of our striatum it’s sweet…

An Antidote for the Burdened Heart

Nature has;  Her very Essence is the antidote for that sort of dull burden that accompanies the mind when it is preoccupied with the artificial in its attempt to resist the mundane.                 Tintern Abbey Though absent long, These forms of beauty have not been to me, As is…

Extraordinary Clarity

I came to know my father better in his death than I had in life.  Sad though I am  His Voice still now like the fog wrapped around the pine at the side of the house.  His body a constant spring of mouse trap pains -no more His love of life bigger than this world…