Archive for Tom’s Blog
Relentless Creativity
Relentless Creativity When the evolutionary process was initiated, something came from nothing. The authentic self is that same creative principle, awakening to itself in human consciousness. And for that dynamic impulse, there is always only the unmanifest promise of the next moment. The authentic self is never concerned with the present moment, however significant it [...]
Read moresimple request
I have always felt that people look on me as an outcast-that the simple request for a cup of coffee elicits a slight tightening around the eyes. I have always felt like an outsider; and I am sure that the suspicion that I perceive is the suspicion that I provoke by my great longing to [...]
Read moreI dwell in Possibility
I dwell in Possibility- A fairer House than Prose- More numerous of Windows- Superior-for Doors- Of Chambers as the Cedars- Impregnable of Eye- And for an Everlasting Roof- The Gambrels of the Sky- Of Visitors-the fairest- For Occupation-This- The spreading wide my narrow Hands- To gather Paradise- -Emily Dickinson
Read moreForm is Certainty
Form is certainty. All nature knows this, and we have no greater adviser. Clouds have forms, porous and shape-shifting, bumptious, fleecy. They are what clouds need to be, to be clouds. See a flock of them come on, on the sled of the wind, all kneeling above the blue sea. And in the blue water, [...]
Read moreNew Year
i share it with all blessings for a new year. may we open it with care as the old one leaves us forever behind, wrapped this winter’s night in its white winding sheet. god bless us one and all. by annabelle chvostek.
Read morehurricanes will come
hurricanes will come earthquakes break the walls oceans rise empires fall enter world light unshown follow heart, follow home here we are light unshown one round heart, one round home spin the speed of light tetrahedron blue one last paradise you can make for you enter world light unshown follow heart, follow home here we [...]
Read moreas I was driving home
as i was driving home, snow falling, bay on my right shoulder, clouds above engaged in their own slow traffic. my hands on the wheel, my breath making ghosts in the cold truck, the dog by my side, all water, or mostly, all teeming with life, dripping with it. at home in my kitchen, haley [...]
Read moretoday a ‘friend’ asked me ‘why’
today a ‘friend’ asked me ‘why’ when i showed her drawings for the new rooftop gardens. i was left without much in the way of response. i just looked around the gallery and said, ‘why any of this?’ …why make art. why dance or sing or write songs or poems? why. i confess, sometimes, after [...]
Read more