Category: Journal

Fear is the dream-killer the time-slayer  the hope-drowning enemy   of all our goals and aspirations I won’t blame my trials on circumstance, on  weakness, or…

Slow laps around the house each day with my mom, just-turned-eighty, trying to help her stay mobile. The bluebirds like…

Our path is an unbroken line of black amidst forest into field, made blacker by the wet of the sunshower.…

I breathe the steam deeply from my too-hot shower, reminded of the air back home, so thick with ocean moisture…

The flauto part traditionally played by sopranino recorder for O Ruddier than the Cherry from Handel’s Acis & Galatea. Reading…

It took a pandemic, and the subsequent lapse of live music making, to make me update my biography. The last…

I was asked to speak in church on Mother’s Day back in 2016. This was my talk. Five years later,…

Some of my earliest happy memories … The exhilaration of singing “The Spirit of God” at the top of my…

The yellow-veined leaves of the houseplant were arranged like hearts floating in the breeze, their once glossy surface covered by…

Life is an old book, stiff leather on the outside, flexible pages within, smelling musty and wise, by some marvel…

Pearls, the most human of gems, seem to glow of their own light, smooth-skinned like a lover, and carrying some…

The first chapter of my new short read, AIYA SEVEN, now available as a paperback on Amazon & for Kindle.…

A short time ago I was interviewed by Emily Spencer of facebook.com/groups/worshipfulbrass. 1.  You’re a trained classical singer, composer, and…

1/21/2021 Found! A lost recording of a live performance of The March of the Three Kings (mp3) by The Utah Premiere…

Young eyes examine the reptilian orange surface, pockmarked with deeper shaded wells of zest, an alien orb, a small exotic…

It doesn’t cost anything to open your senses to the world around you.

Green Grannies, Pink Ladies, red-ravished Romes, gold-gloried Galas, stately Fujis, dappled Honeycrisps. Apples! A myriad flavor-trove, from tart to sweet,…

Light falls. A sea of green, translucent leaves soak in the yellow beams of sun life. An unseen churning, mysteriously…

Roots drink the earth water and transmute it with the sun to grow from high and low. Maple leaves float…

Pines reach to the sky, each in their own way … straight and unbending as alpines, scraggly in the thickness…

Another tiny park opens up as we walk leisurely down the river trail, bikes with riders in gaudy spandex whooshing…