A new chapter has begun. Somehow I have begun writing Trickster tales and I’m a character in the stories as […]
The River is My Church Now
The River Is My Church Now
An accounting of worship along the riverbank
Chasing the Muse: Genius, Madness, and the Soul-Sickness
I’m in the healing game now. I rest in the expansiveness of divine revelation and deep personal truths flow out […]
Thus Coyote Howls: 8 Minutes, 46 Seconds
On the eve of Memorial Day, 2021 – my God and I remember.
We take a journey through philosophical inquiry and discourse.
We discuss ethics.
We pause periodically for “8 minutes and 46 seconds”.
In our pause, we don’t breathe.
We simply remember and we pray that somehow
we can find a remedy to cure this soul-sickness of white supremacy.
Dedicated to George Floyd.
Thus Coyote Howls: We Speak The Names
There’s Power in Name… That’s right, Old Dog. Isn’t that what you tell me? To Name the Power is to […]
494.95 Moon Cycles: My Life with a Trickster
A Tale of Divine Trickery.
Coyote Howls
Thus Spoke Coyote “I’m Coming Home”
This is why I paint Coyote.
A Cold and Broken Hallelujah: A Story of Church
A Story About Church…
Shine Your God-Colors
You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We’re going […]
Finding Balance (and Rest)
Yesterday, I was asked “Did you paint this weekend?” by a couple of older, white male friends of mine. When […]