Koi is quietly beautiful.  There is a softness in her face, a sweetness that feels almost vulnerable, yet she carries herself with a quiet s...

The Elephant opened the door. Lotus crossed the threshold... There comes a season when becoming is no longer the work. Being is. Not the kin...

There comes a quiet moment when an artist realizes she is no longer making what she once made. The materials are familiar.  Cloth. Needle. T...