As I grew up the arts gave “form and shape” to the mysterious passions inside.
Sometimes poetry was the only way to honor my complex feelings and thoughts.
When I sang in choir I felt strangely in love.
In drawing, collage, and play with found objects I conversed with Spirit.
What are these arts, these secret languages of the soul?I wrote Chasing the Dance of Life because of my awe. It it is not about being a great artist, art is about being able to communicate with Mystery.
When did art lead you to see or hear in new ways?
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Together in the Mystery!