Today is like no other

Farewell Theresa. Your joy and life are well remembered.
Surprising Reminder That Time Is Our Mother

Farewell Theresa. Your joy and life are well remembered.
I was sad to learn that a friend had passed. Theresa Baisinger was an artist who loved her family, friends, and she made beautiful glass. I met her during Open Studio this year. Here is a video we made of her on the day of the Bonny Doon fires last summer.
Warm wishes to her husband, kids, and all of us who will miss her.



When does time start? A basic question, and one that many a thinker has wondered. I woke up this morning with this spaceless thought in my head. Time is Art. This I, my inner Eye, searched the infinite awakening and asked this listener soundlessy, When does time begin?

As a modern Celt, the mystery is my playground. I recall Terrence McKenna saying of the Big Bang… “Just give me one miracle”… and I will give you the Eschaton, that inevitable moment at the end of time toward which all existence hurls inevitably forward. That moment is completion. That moment is eternally captured in a song my niece was singing in a play just yesterday… Tomorrow.

“Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow. You’re always a day away.”