Sketch of Myself/ Standing beside…

Sketch of Myself/ Standing beside the Dreamers                                             “When all of God’s children,                Black men and White men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics,                     will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the Old … Continue reading

Journal/Coast to Coast—Day 6

Journal/ Coast to Coast—Day 6 Date: August 27th, 2017/ Rosthwaite to Grasmere                                                      I Have Not Forgotten You Sunday morning… The liturgy began.  The entrance hymn sung by a host of sheep bellowing as they rushed to their mother’s nipples … Continue reading

Sketch of Myself/ The Gate

  Sketch of Myself/ The Gate                                                       The Gate is Narrow…                                                             Lift the Latch..                                                               It is Open Inspired by Walt Whitman’s Poem “Song of Myself” Pen Sketch by Artist Sandra Mattucci … Continue reading

Journal/ Coast to Coast—Day 5

Journal/ Coast to Coast—Day 5 Date: August 26th, 2017—Ennerdale Bridge to Rosthwaite                                                        A Needle & Thread This day…my pen became a needle.  The ‘blue’ ink became like thread in an attempt to quilt together words—Words that would ripple like … Continue reading

Sketch of Myself/ Pooh

Sketch of Myself/ Pooh                            Pooh:  “Sometimes the most interesting conversations                                                          are had with stuffed fluff.” Inspired by Walt Whitman’s Poem “Song of Myself” Pen Sketch by Artist Sandra Mattucci … Continue reading

Journal/ Coast to Coast—Day 4

Journal/Coast to Coast—Day 4 Date:  August 25th, 2017—St Bees to Ennerdale Bridge                                                             A Path Shared Singularly— hours trekked preparing— cross training for a journey~~~ eyes unprepared for what the imagination can barley grasp.  The steps … Continue reading

March On…

March On…                                                Not with boots ‘stomping’                                               but, instead, ‘feet’ dancing,                                               voices rising, spirits soaring…                                                       We march on…                                                women, men, children…                                                        We are ONE … Continue reading

Sketch of Myself/ “From the Beginning…All IS Good”

Sketch of Myself/ “From the Beginning…All IS Good”                                                                                   In Memory of Richard ‘Dick’ Glater                                      (September 20th, 1941—January 9th, 2018) Inspired by Walt Whitman’s Poem “Song of Myself” Pen Sketch by Artist Sandra Mattucci … Continue reading

Sketch of ‘Myself’ 2018

                                              Sketch of ‘Myself’  2018 Inspired by Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself,” I’ve bound together a tapestry of sketches— a ball point pen—a sheet of paper. THIS ‘timeless’ Sojourner soaks the pages NOT with words, but instead with ‘images’… a … Continue reading

Mystery Transfigured

                                                      Mystery Transfigured…                                                  THIS day…’we’ celebrate Life.                              Everyday after we hold in gratitude the ‘birth’ of EVERY being—                                                AND, we envelop the unknown—                                            everything begun before the memory of today. … Continue reading

Yes

Yes Saying ‘yes’ to life gives birth to the Universe inside us. This unexpected ‘Creation’–it groans and sighs…waiting Continuously born anew —gasping in wonder —blissfully laughing and crying —sorrow so deep the flood gates release the living pools inside. Breaking … Continue reading

Beside the Wailing Wall…A Pilgrimage to the Holy Land(Coming Home)

Beside the Wailing Wall…A Pilgrimage to the Holy Land (Coming Home) I stood. Another ‘wall’ split its center ‘dividing’ the masculine from the feminine. I began to wail— I could not contain my weeping.                                                     Suddenly, a woman drew herself near … Continue reading