Facets of a Diamond – Blog

  • August 5, 2010

    Whoever would have thought that after all my years of such strong ambivalence (to put it mildly) towards my mother, I would eventually come to feel so Beloved by her?

    I’ve been so Blessed by Guidance.

  • August 4, 2010

    Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
    who never to himself hath said,
    I am her Beloved, I live in her Love.

    (with apologies to Sir Walter Scott)

  • August 3, 2010

    I am her beloved,
    I live in her love.

    I am her love.

  • August 2, 2010

    I know many singers
    who also play –
    but few players
    who also sing.

  • August 1, 2010

    Can a lullaby
    ever be played?
    Isn’t love
    to be sung?

  • July 31, 2010

    You are as my mother 
    aspired to be: 
    when I look in your eyes 
    – it’s her love I see. 

    This is reprised (“haiku’d”) as

    You are as my mother 
    – it’s her love I see. 

    Which can be further abbreviated to

    You are 
    – I see. 

    And the “you” is anyone, everyone, anything, everything. And in this context the “see” means to Know in

  • July 30, 2010

    I paint for you:
    for you to be inspired
    to paint for others.

  • July 29, 2010

    I am a healer,
    and to heal
    is to help make whole:
    one with your Soul.

    And your Soul
    is your Muse,
    your innate Creativity.

    Paint from your Soul,
    and, at last, be Whole.

    And then paint
    to help others
    to their Souls.

  • July 28, 2010

    When I meet with a sufferer from any disease I recommend that he read all the books on it that he can find. And then choose the particular approach that appeals to him.

    I reassure him that I will assist him along his chosen path. But – and it’s a big but – it must be

  • July 27, 2010

    Yes, I am pantheistic. Everything is Spirit – is its own unique individual manifestation of The Spirit. Everything is Alive! And the more we Know this Truth, the stronger can be our relationship with It.

    Every painting is Alive! Every painting projects, emanates, This into the space before it, into us in that space. And the