The longer I am alive, the more I find I live in the moment. I can only speak of now. Everything that has touched me, been rooted within me, guided me, blocked me and redirected my flow, everything is alive in me now. I am all that I am. The specifics fade, while the generalities endure.

The bible, spirit, Mexican/German/queer, desert, death, sunset, India, Mexico, Puerto Rico, moon, love, hell, light, peace, sky, ecstasy, parenthood, rabbit, bird, snake, deer, lesson, acceptance, trust, open, heart, body, now. And always, all ways, the river.

All my life I have been compelled by spirit and the creative force. They have informed every part of my being and I am a long life devotee. If I could, I would sit at their feet and anoint them with flowers and rich oils and whisper poem/prayers of gratitude. But I would find that I am sitting with myself. I make art to ritualize the truth that we are the creators: of ourselves, our lives, our hearts, our world, all that we see and feel. We are one with all things, made of the same light, imbued with the same force, the same love. There is no inside or outside, awake or asleep, physical or spirit, above or below. All is one at all times. It is only our attention and focus that shifts about and creates the illusion of separations.

The physical manifestations of my art, the drawings and paintings, the words, even my crafts, are all reflections of my inner journey. The eye that is most open, most knowing and focused, is the eye turned inward. In this way I can focus on the origin of the illusion and not on the illusion itself. Consequently, I do not direct my creativity, I am my creativity and my creativity is me. When I align myself with the creative force that exists within all things I can trust and let go. What happens as a result is seldom what I think it will be. It comes from a much larger, multidimensional part of myself. This is the practice I've learned during this incredibly physically focused, fear based time. I appreciate that I am here during this time. And, I am grateful that I have found my way in it. Mine is a spiritual path because all being is spiritual.

I am not the only one. I know there are many others on this path, now and throughout time. Some of us are artists, poets, musicians, some of us are parents and teachers. Some of us just are. It is my path to ritualize this knowing, with brushes and pencils, hammers and pliers. But all I really need is air and earth, water and food.

I am. You are.

We are art. We are spirit.

This is life.