the word, changed

when I draw this word in the sand, it changed with the time, the softening wind and the tides — the movement of the world changed that story told, finger in sand. And story became something wondrously new and alive — until: it vanished. “I wrote the...

THE MARK

THE DEVICE, THE MESSAGE & THE COMMUNITY While I’m working in Vancouver, I’m looking at a sign, part of one — and a message. It’s not the whole sign, but there is a telling in what remains. I’m thinking about the label — the...

WOULD YOU LOVE ME?

I’M WALKING, AND LOOKING AT SIGNS OF LOVE. Love signs, and signs of love. There are signs of love — it’s that heat, the blush, the rush of connection and relating — that “relating” is this, the carrying of a story that becomes heat,...

HOLDING LIGHT

LOVING, THAT LIGHT In the emergence of Dawn, the day aroused, there might be a moment to grasp the light. Hold fast, that beginning. I see that as a metaphor — how to grasp, and hold firm, gently, in hand and mind, the day. I awake in the dark, but I’m...

THE MISSION

SHOULD THERE BE A PROMISE FOR THE DAY? Someone said, “how come you’re always talking about the promise being part of a mission — what’s that mean?” In any work, the idea of defining a mission might be an intention that suggests the spirit...