Winter Prayer

Winter Prayer

There is always snow in Stamford, NY. Enough to make at least one snowman, maybe two. Enough to roll down the hill carelessly, knowing no winter gear can stop the snow from sneaking around your neck and boots, or under your jacket.   But it did not arrive for...
Exploring freedom – part 1

Exploring freedom – part 1

One day I decided to take some time and contemplate what freedom means. I wanted to be open-minded about it, not look for a convenient truth. I allowed myself the freedom of exploring I thought of the mesmerizing Hubble telescope’s images from the outer space and...
The Seasons

The Seasons

Seasons make me feel alive. I follow their dynamic. Sometimes I want to paint a sunset in the fall, a cherry blossom swirl in the spring wind, moments of lightness, of impermanence. Other times I become obsessed with a colour. It nudges me until I pay attention....