Hazy Shade of Winter….

“look around

leaves are brown

and the sky is a hazy shade of winter…”

Simon and Garfunkle

The election behind us mostly and the transition from one administation to another begins. Like the turning cycles of the seasons, power has it’s way of resisting the larger rhythms of Sun and Moon…. the plants still wither with the cold wind and the seeds drop into the soil to sleep. The last bits of food and nurishment are removed and stored. Winter. The time of cold and contrasts…. deep dreaming…. root vegitables and long stretches of time reflecting on the year that has passed and the one waiting in the wings for curtain call.

This winter is particulary difficult. Covid is ravaging the country. The shift of political power is being challenged. The disquieting threat of violence of those who feel entitled to support a dying regime. Economic dysfunction and the long roads to recovery and sanity. These winter dreams will be nightmarish for some as we navigate some of the most difficult challenges some of us have ever experience.

This Winter is not about just going into the dark. It is tearing open the dark and shining flood lights on the contents. To see… to discern… to act and to make real the dreams and visions of the world we want to live in.

Dreams become real because we dare to risk the complacency of self comfort against the action to walk into the unknow. This is the call to the journey. The hero’s call if we want to use the metaphor from Joeseph Cambell’s book, “Hero With A Thousand Faces”… We walk into the dark forest… the valley of death…. We face the reality of who we are against the challenges that arise.

This winter in this country we have to face the intitutionalize racism, classism, the need to find a way out of this pandemic, how do we feed, house and take care of a nation of people barely holding on? How do we face down and defeat the tyranny of political power that will destroy all that is good in this country?

We open our eyes in the dark….. We become awake in the dream…. We do the next right thing that serves the geatest good.

Mobius Journey….

Some times as we go though the toughest of times the victory seems the goal. We celebrate triumphant. The victory is the sweet recovery of power. Things shift. The world after the darkness sees light and hope. This election has brought these feelings of success. The crowds dance and celebrate. The era of Trump is ending. We over came our diveristy to unite in the renaissance of our demoncracy. The country is a shade of Biden/Harris blue and the red tide of hate is fighting it’s last stand…. (between a crematorium and a sex toy shop). The president stomps his feet and knows he is heading to a long march that will bring him to face all his corruption. There is something sweet and bitter about all of it.

These last 4 years have show all the fractures in the perfect persona of 1st world fascade. We petented to be great and mighty while the people with black and brown skin lived in fear and inequal opprtunies. The injustices forced on them are woven into the value their bodies and minds are to a system of jails, poverty, war, and bigatry. They are seen as a commodity for corporations that corrupt the justice and educational systems at the expense of their lives. Yes, we won this election yet, the hard and real work will be to build a better country for everyone. Everyone. That is the most important thing to stress and act on right on.

One of my teachers said a society is only as healthy as the sickest people in it. In this country it is not only racial issues, it is LGBTQ issues, addiction issues, class issues, climate issues, resource issues, housing issues, wage issues, infrasructures…. the list is long and speaks to the neglect that has been dismissed as not real in the systematic gaslighting of America.

“We the people” have been dismissed for the cults of celebratity and corporate power that have stole the values and free thinking minds of generatons. To be a famous in this system is the goal. It gives you everything power, money, luxury, influence regardless of your experience or the collateral damage of your actions.

Sell the rest of the people a religion of consumerism as the metric for self worth, medicate the mind to not feel the failure in not meeting the unurealist goals…. this has been distroyng lives for generations. We have so much to do.

Which is why it is so important to not be caught up in the victory. We haven’t won. We have started. We have to roll up our sleeves and get some dirt under our nails. What we get done in the next 2 years will determine the direction we as a country move in and in the greater co-operation and coordination of the world.

The title of this essay refers to the single sided form called a mobius strip. You can start anywhere and follow it around and you will end up where you began. For me it is symbolic of how time and life work. There is a oness to everything and away that time passes and the movement of the journy takes us to see from differnt perspectives. Eventually leading back to the starting point.

Threshold  to the Winter Dreaming

The sun is well on it’s  way to the southern hemisphere. The first snow sticks to the branches and the last leaves on the trees. Temperatures fall as the sun hangs lower in the sky.

In the Celtic tradition, this is the turning of the wheel to begin a new cycle. The New Year.  Things begin  to freeze and solidify. The growth of Spring and Summer are now the harvests of a year in turmoil… the wheel wobbles along. This year the date of the full moon and Samhain coincides with an election that hangs so much on participation in the outcome of ideologies and political direction. It is marked by long lines snaking about in some slow motion snake- like spiral dance. The metaphor of transcendence and and transformation…. shedding the old…. the skin that no longer serves. Releasing one’s self from the delusions, perceptions and thinking that has been the underlying cause of this country’s current state….

This snake of humanity feels the constricting of the year’s struggles and the internal growth that has become the awakening. The skin of old ideologies becomes irritating. Useless. The eyes become blind for a time…. the senses dull… and then the skin tears… the renewed snake slips out. Shiny and ready for the winter.

Sheading. Leaving behind the things that no longer serve. Taking the harvests of ideas and actions into the cave of winter dreaming to build the architectures of a new humanity.


There is a brutalist cement structure in Doylestown Pennsylvania called the Mercer Museum ( https://www.mercermuseum.org/ ) It is a fascinating place filled with all things American from Conestoga wagon, whaling, blacksmithing, lace making…. to the tools of glass blowing and every other type of invention or industry that was birthed, evolved or died between the shores of this country. It is a tribute to imagination, problem solving, efficiency, the short lived trends of American life, culture and the diversity of ideas that were born here.

It also speaks to the growth and adapted nature of this country as it grew into a global super power. Some of the best minds came here to get educated, freely think, and build a foundation and future to the generations that came after them.

For most of this country’s time line though, it was racist, misogynistic and classist. Based on the flawed sciences and regions beliefs that divided and decided the fates of human beings. Owning or the exploitation of others is not acceptable publicly today. Yet it was during the growth years of this country, leveraged for economic gain until it could no longer be tolerated. That began the changes that have taken too long and still fall short of correcting the issues created by the these original governing structures and beliefs.

As hard as that is to accept, we live in a country that does have the capacity to change, and evolve to a better version of itself. Civil rights, Women’s rights, LGBTQ rights, Environmental laws, all these were fought for and won. One would think they would not have to be proven. Human beings are human beings…. rights are for all. The united together, equal under the law and yet these ideas of separate, inequality persist.

Right now in this country the antiquated obsolete beliefs about the value of someone based on class, religion, gender, and the color of their skin is creating a defining moment with this election and the Supreme Court. The will to take action in order to change the entrench behaviors of hate in order to form a perfect union requires the disruption and destruction of these ideals.

Like the many objects and tools filling the walls and floor of the Mercer Museum, these ideologies that lead us away from our humanity need to evolved out. Find an end for being used in the governing of people. That should the short and long term goals of this country. Because until we stop dividing each other, the future will always be based on the same principles that nurture hate over love and the idealogical cracks that are built into the system will widen and weaken bringing us back to this same place of wreaking this country.

Shifts and changes

In a couple of weeks I will be settling into my new space in Littleton New Hampshire. It begins a direction towards creating art, building my practice and settling in for the winter dreaming. I have been looking forward to this. So much to process, create… more to come.


My work requires a certain amount of social awareness. Trends. Politics. Arts. Sciences. Norms. The edges where these grind together in order to create the mortar that binds the bricks of daily life into the structures of order and sustainability. Buildings of education, institutions of law, the ebbs and flows of human tidal drifts in living life. These streaming movements cast through the hierarchical nets that sift humanity into heaps and piles defined by class, race and social acceptability.

Most days this is challenging for all the obvious reasons. As a collective of individuals we have managed to provide (whether intended or not) the fertile soils for some of the most destructive behaviors towards each other. In the last few years hatered and intolerance have flourished under a man some seem to think is God’s chosen one. We grapple with the injustice of power in it’s most abusive expression. Some call it a battle between good and evil.

I sit with the definitions I learned for “humanity”, “humility”, “human” and I wonder about how this social evolution of us has shifted our sense of self and service. On one side we seem to be de-humanized as we grow in a monetizing of social value. This grinds our human dignity into a mud of confusion and in this slurry as it covers the ground and permeates the soil of our consciousness wakens the seeds of a deeper more complex ideolgy of what humanity is and can do. Goodness. Kindness. These are some of the natural states of the human spirit. These traits win even in the darkest of places. They find ways to push beyond the circumstances of their conditions.

To borrow from gardening…. it is easy to till up the soil and plant the same seeds. Dismiss the new green unidentified sprouts as weeds. Or slide into a phobic place of calling these unknown seedlings poison. This metaphor is I think, where we are now as this country careens towards an election half drunk to not feel and prepared for violence in order to find its collective center…. humanity.

Blame is an easy outlet and a false direction to change course. We must root our vision and take responsibility for what we build next. The world is changing and we are being sqeezed through a threshold that requires we are open to working together, taking care of each other and creating something that is nothing like we know. That requires finding a faith in ourselves that is not defined by money, fashion, social trends, consumption, greed, power, etc…. It will be defined by our creativity, vision, determination, compassion, science, arts, willingness to design outside of what we know and are familiar with.

Standing on the Shoulders of a Giant

We are here today because of the progress made by others. The arts, Mathematics,  Sciences, Medicine,  Humanities, Technologies, the list of other cultural and social systems they pioneer through. These giants are the thinkers and doers shaping the landscapes of our insides, inspiring us to see a bigger picture, expanding the mind, opening the heart and redefining the ecologies that we live in. 

These giants are often not really the defined  by their physical size but in the manner they were able change the course of humanity. Their insights into the progress of a society. How they gave justice to a cause with a voice. The still unmovable force to the challenge, yet flexible to maneuver the obstacles. Their perspective held a becon of light to shine on the yoke of injustice or ignorance. 

The myth of these giants grows as they meet every challenge with a determined action that forces transition toward a meaningful  resolution…. a better way… a just way… just laws.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg was such a giant. She fought for equality. She saw her position on the Supreme Court  of this nation as a duty to bring fairness and equality   to the law for the benefit  of  everyone. 

She was a champion  of women’s  rights. She forged the path for many women to fulfill their choices to do what they wanted for equal pay and to have sovereignty over their bodies. Her work set a standard for how to defend and define the laws of this land in order to create the opportunities, growth and to provide protection to the vulnerable.

In the last few years she had become  a bit of a Rockstar in her popularity an icon of strength and determination. She fought for all of us until the end. She saw her duty to keep the Supreme Court balanced during this time of upheaval in this country.

Her body finally gave out after a long life. Like all heros she was human. She understood  the value and weight of that…. The limits, potentials, ways to push beyond what are obstacles  in the mind and society. To make something out of your life that is of purpose and service. Her one life. Her one body could never really do all the work yet she set an example of what could be done with the one you have.

Many of us will grieve her. In that grief we must also stand on her shoulders… used the platform she built for us to continue the progression towards equality and a better humanity. To honor her we all need to not let her work slip out from under us weakening the foundation of progress or vanish in the brutally of the environment we are now living in.

We need to channel our grief into action and support the next generation of giants.

Rest in power and in peace RBG.

Today we take the baton and run the next length of this race….

Big Things….

One of the hardest concepts to convey in my work is the notion of how large the universe  is in the context  of dreaming and visualizing  the potential  for understanding who we are.  The size is so large most people can’t  grasp idea. It is the conflicting diversities of finite and infinite. The shear vastness of space and time. As well as the realization that our tiny view has only a small understanding  of the complexity and eloquence  of its existence.

To comprehend very large things one has to let go of small thinking. For many the small thinkings are the very mental structures that keep their daily world together. Today’s social/cultural dynamics  also help to shape the way the mind is forced to move through complex things without the time to deeply explore. Today’s  technology  also adds to the mix. This processing  of anything bigger, deeper, different, or curiosity producing  more than what is need in the moment  is dismissed as not useful, distracting or even taboo. We can call this the autonomy of ordinary  reality. The mundane. The process of being functional  and productive for usually a greater good or common vision.

The opposite  of this way of being would be something  that shatters the mechanics  of the mundane  and shows the extraordinary…. the magical.  Most people live with an institutionalized filter called religion, government. Or some other power of control that manipulates the gateway to the mystery  and enshrouds this  knowledge in equal parts fear and violence…. because  to know the mystery  is to know your origins and the universe. That is a powerful thing….

Education is the great equalizer it can show the mystery of the universe. It can open the door way to the microscopic  world and to the billions of galaxies  that are accelerating away from rhe center of this known universe. To learn and free the brain from just surviving is the the greatest fear of the greedy, the controlling and  powerful. Knowledge is empowering. With knowledge comes choices and options. With knowledge comes the nuance that allows for diversity and divergent ideas…. knowledge kills the paralysis of ignorance and the polarized divisiveness of fear that leads to hate.

In the wisdom of  great cosmic diversity and the enormous complexity of how things come together  and fall apart in the universe….. The great Whatever… The Power That Be…. created  the scruffy, curious, artists, teachers, mischiefmakers, shamans, and scientists. We asked questions  and observed the many beautiful and amazing things all around us. We saw beyond the mundane… into the mystery and instead of holding that mystery hostage and away from the rest…. Or calling it a Diety to manufacture the prevention of communion by restrictions to a hierarchical class of elites and priests….. We invited all  who wanted to see and experience the magic…..

The problem  though was how to express the largeness of it all. The big, vast, amazing of all it’s beautiful knowns and unknowns.  

Traditionally, people get tossed out of their small thinking when something shakes their world up. Grief. Sickness. Natural disaster. Trauma. Something that disturbed the entire base of ones reality. Something so shattering that it tears the very fabric of what you know.

That tear in thd fabric becomes the door way to other worlds and deeper explorations of the seem and unseen universe. This awakening is also the moment one chooses to be alive and part of this experience of living. The inner language changes from ” I know” to ” What do I see, hear, taste, touch….?” The world grows in size and is less polarized by the taboos of power. The seeking is not to find worthiness but to find deep connections…. the fear becomes curiosity and kindness the vehicle to love.

And from that place of love we find belonging and purpose.

More doors open…. more things become known and the universe becomes accessible…..