Wonder, in its own breathless, fantastical way, is far from ordinary when it comes to the senses.

It’s tempting to call it our sixth sense. But call it what you will—a sense, an emotion, a mindset—one way or another, wonder opens the door to the delights of imagination, of curiosity, creativity, intellectual discovery. Elizabeth St. Hilaire Nelson, a “paper paintings” collage artist whose interview is in my book, Life Is Full of … More Wonder, in its own breathless, fantastical way, is far from ordinary when it comes to the senses.

“There is a wild and untamable beauty in us when we are in harmony with nature.” – Bernard Leach, British studio potter

My cousin, Bill, is in love with gryphons, mythical guardians of the divine. A majestic combination of lionesque body, tail and hind legs, eagle’s head and wings and talons, gryphons are more than the king of beasts, soar beyond the kingdom of birds. Bill carves them, shaping raw wood into legendary feathers and fur. The task … More “There is a wild and untamable beauty in us when we are in harmony with nature.” – Bernard Leach, British studio potter

Book Giveaway!

Trevor is a carrier of joy. Created from snippits of color, torn photos, paints and imagination, he is, in fact, a collage of wonder. He lives as a page in my book, Life Is Full of Sweet Spots, illustrating the story told by his creator, Elizabeth St. Hilaire Nelson. It’s a story of how she finds joy … More Book Giveaway!

Reason Enough to Be

The great master artist, Leonardo da Vinci felt the artist had a special advantage when it came to realizing the most complete and magnificent view of the infinite works of nature. If the artist wishes “to produce places or deserts, or shady or cool spots in hot weather, he can depict them. … If he seeks … More Reason Enough to Be

Romance the Wind

One of my favorite fascinations is to observe the earth’s flying things, whether butterflies or birds, or even kites, as they ride on currents of air high above the ground to which I am generally tethered. Seeing these winged beauties swoop and dive and glide, buck the winds, loiter in search of prey, simply cruise away … More Romance the Wind

“The groves were God’s first temples.”

Summer Palace, 2009, Morris Arboretum, Philadelphia, PA. Stickwork sculpture by Patrick Dougherty. Photo: Rob Cardillo. “The groves were God’s first temples.” With these words, American poet William Cullen Bryant began his classic poem, A Forest Hymn.  Said to be written in farewell to the thick foliage and tall trunks of his native Massachusetts as he … More “The groves were God’s first temples.”