Category Archives: Art of the Path

Brooklyn Rainbow

A poet friend once called me an
“Over-the-Rainbow-Survivor.”
Now, while it was true I had the ring to prove it, I didn’t understand the full meaning of that phrase until later.
Not until today, actually, when I looked again at the pastel painting I did over the weekend of a rainbow intersecting the Brooklyn Bridge, its light shimmering on the water. Continue reading

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Flowering Through the Mists of Time

I remembered the title as The Yellow Primrose, and forty years later, when I began writing about the past, I tried to find the book again. Continue reading

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That Soothing Art

As you transform a blank canvas or blank sheet of paper into a viable picture (whatever that may be), you also transform your way of being in the world. Continue reading

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From Prison to Prism

Prison and prism. For me these two images represent transformation of a dark passage into a lighted one, and summarizes the path I’ve been on. It feels right to share this at the beginning of a new year when a whole new phase is opening up for us. One that will bring more openness and light into the world. Continue reading

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The Dancer and the Dance

I am a medical student, dissecting the body of the past. I cut, not into the flesh and bone of 3D life, but into the subtle body, the energetic psychic body swollen with memories. I watch it bleed. Then I … Continue reading

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The Hot Seat

I was introduced to the hot seat back in London in the 70s when I joined a Gestalt therapy group in Chelsea. We sat on cushions on the floor and though our hot seat was simply another cushion, it was … Continue reading

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Through Art

I can’t save the world, but I can show the world how I saved myself. Through Art. Volume One of my memoir set the stage. The Nancy Who Drew       Volume Two, in progress, takes me across the … Continue reading

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Inner Sanctum

The doorway under water came to me in a dream back in 1976. There was no mistaking the meaning of the vision. It was a dream about ego-death, hitting bottom, and afterwards, being given entry to the inner world. The … Continue reading

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When a Still-Life Moves

In this excerpt from “Christmas Holiday” by W. Somerset Maugham (1939), Charley and Lydia are at the museum looking at a still-life by Chardin (pages 240-242). “Chardin,” he said. “Yes, I’ve seen that before.” “But have you ever looked at … Continue reading

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Tuning Into A Frequency

Tuning into a frequency, vibing on a thought-pattern, focusing, aligning, attracting, magnifying similarities. All of these come to mind when I think of the ease in which I’ve been gathering material for additional input on my topic for The Healing … Continue reading

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