For P.C., on a perfect Sunday … Prayer of Mr. Cogito—Traveler Lord I thank You for creating the world beautiful and very diverse also for permitting me in Your inexhaustible goodness to be in places that were not the places of my everyday torment and —that at night in Tarquinia I lay down in a…
Continue Reading →My dear friend Donald recently asked, under rather unusual circumstances I won’t go into just now, “How beautiful is beautiful, Kat?” He was speaking to my art, what he thought my life was all about .. And I realized during the course of our conversation that afternoon, more than ever before, that I wanted to…
Continue Reading →Sometimes when I get overwhelmed, I wish art—all of it—would go away for 500 years. Let things settle and land where they will, let’s see what we see in the clearing. But this feeling of course passes, and I awake with fresh eyes, eager to play anew, eager to win and love and lose in…
Continue Reading →I let go of something huge today, something I never expected to leave; but it did, it finally left. And so, out of joy, I share this expanded, slightly modified paragraph from my Facebook “About” section: A floating engagement with love-light-beauty-joy and the special opening quality of life these days; how nothing sticks or holds…
Continue Reading →Probably my favorite poem in the world, ever ~ for M.J. and all my dear, wonderful, special, spectacular friends Song of a Man Who Has Come Through Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time. If only I let it bear me,…
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