Have you ever seen a hanging pencil holder? Here you go

Sometimes the freaky beautiful is simplicity itself.

Zane’s hanging pencil holder

Here, an eight-year old boy invents what I didn’t know I needed, by riffing off of two paper clips, some tape to hold it down, and a small Post It fashioned as a nest for the pencil.

The hanging pencil holder stays in place without the calculator atop its mount (which is how I first found it when I put the calculator back in its place).


Thank you (again)

Thank you — to all of you who contact me via email to let me know when a post — or the site in general — has touched you.

It means the world to me — nay! the universe! — that you do.

And thank you for sharing this site with those you know — it’s growing because of you —


Yoga as a way of extending what you do: Martial arts version

was speaking with the many-numbered black belt who founded my son’s Tae
Kwon Do school. (His once pure black belt has worn to grey-white from use.)

This fierce competitor took up yoga
years ago as a means
of deepening-continuing-extending his martial arts practice.

years of intense combatitive competition had left his body in distress.
Yoga was part of the path back to a fuller, more balanced martial arts
experience for this master.

I own an art gallery. I write a blog. Ah, you effete! I hear you crying, How could this relate to you, you girly man? 

this way.
I’m in my 50s and am called upon to lift heavy bronze
sculpture, transport large (as in huge) framed canvases, and move all
manner of objects about. On sudden notice. One minute I’m there
innocently pecking away like an academic on my computer keyboard and the
next I’m hurtling across the gallery floor to hoist some ungodly vase with the girth of a sumo wrestler’s stomach cavity.

Or — as recently happened — my
wife sends me out on numerous Home Depot runs for oversized bags of organic
earth — each to be hoisted and transported and hoisted two more times before
scattering its rich earth into a raised garden bed for her.

When your body is unsupple
— unbalanced — injury occurs. As it did for me.

I see how even those much younger than I — and supposedly more capable — injure themselves. So
I take this martial arts master’s example of balancing and strengthening
one’s self through yoga seriously.

Since that discussion I’ve been inspired to bring spot yoga back into my life . . . until I can again include longer form yoga in my schedule. So there you’ll find me, at any given juncture of the day — at the gas pump, beside my desk, in line — extending and engaging my body so I can better extend myself into what I do.



A prayer for today

Infinite Spirit —

Live in me today so that I embody your LoveJoy Creation Power in all that I do

Expand in me today so that I exude love and joy and creativity in every moment

Thank You —

For guiding me to my highest and best, and to the highest and best for all

Thank You —

For all the good that flows my way

And for all the good I can flow today


Faith and your inner mellow yellow

You gotta have faith. 

                      ~ George Michael

Several years ago I defined faith to myself as this: being in relaxed expectation.

Faith is relaxed expectation. You know you trust when you are light, buoyant and relaxed, when you’ve found your inner mellow yellow.

You see this with those who walk their belief system. Phrases like these get sprinkled around:

“I don’t know how it’s going to work out, it just will.” 

“The Good Lord will provide.” 

“The Universe will find a way.”

“Everything works out for the best.” 

If I truly trust a solution to a perplexing issue will come, then I am relaxed — and pleasantly expectant.

I’ve come to understand that it is this relaxed expectation — how faith demonstrates itself in the body-mind — that delivers the solution in the easiest fashion. 

This is what I seek now every time something agonizes me — I connect . . . until the angst has been replaced with a low-key expectation of a good result.

I may even find myself reveling in the feeling of that as-yet-unknown solution.

I just know it’s coming.

More, baby, more


David’s happy birthday: When the Universe throws you an abrazo

Sometimes the Universe winks at you — and you catch it out of the corner of your eye. And sometimes it’s a full-on abrazo (Spanish for embrace — I’m using it here with Latin passion!).

The artist David Gordon was far from home on a recent birthday, setting up his tent at an art festival. I too have been away from home on birthdays, working. You feel disconnected no matter how you slice it in your mind.

(It’s just another day.)

(If I’d been at home it would have been no big deal either.)

(I’ll make it special by, oh!, ordering that chocolate layer cake . . . and, oh!, that root beer float . . . and, oh!, whatever else I damn well please.)

There he was feeling what he was feeling as he set up, when he heard the unmistakable sounds of a gathering behind him. Directly behind his tent across the sidewalk was a Starbucks — and this group was celebrating a birthday.

They broke into the traditional song — and as they did David couldn’t help but feel a bit of wonder at this bit of synchronicity:

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Daaaaaa-vid . . . . 

Yes! They actually sang his name. 

As the group broke up a short time later they passed David. He told them about the happy coincidence, not only of it being his birthday too, but also in sharing the same name. 

You can imagine the flow of warmth and spontaneous camaraderie that transpired for a few moments there . . . enough to get any birthday far from home off to a better start.



The wisdom within reach

This website is based on this idea: Wisdom is within easy reach.

If you read this site from the beginning, you see that first I’m tapping into the Source within. 

Then I tap into the wisdom within reach: friends, family, those I encounter, those I can access easily by reaching out to them.

And then finally I tap into the great souls within all our reach — through recorded material, most often in the form of the written word. 

I started this site when we were mere weeks away from having to abandon our business of many years — or so we imagined! (Imagination used poorly, yes.) By tapping into the wisdom within reach — repeatedly — much grace came our way.

Sometimes grace is simply allowing a (feeble, miserable, fear-inducing, cringe-worthy) thought  . . . to evaporate. And in the absence of vile thought, possibility, strength, endurance — ideas! — and humor can seep back in and carry the moment, then the day.



When thought is an insult to life

I was driving along when in the midst of thinking of the day this struck me: It is an insult to life to kvetch.

If I bitch about being tired or beset by idiots or anything, it is an insult to life — that very moment I’m living — to use this formidable brain of mine to assault the moment.

To rampage grumpily in my thoughts — when discontent could be released so the moment can attain its full pulsing splendor — what a cosmic misuse of this precious human organ.

To catch lightning with your brain . . .

To catch lightning with your brain . . . 

. . . think a worthy thought

. . . ask a relevant question

. . . open your mind in quietude

Your mind ultimately answers every question you ask it.

                               ~ Buckminster Fuller



Ten thousand potholes (between here and there)

Lao Tzu is fond of calling the diversity of the world The Ten Thousand Things. He speaks of a unity permeating the ten thousand things.

When I was on the road driving artwork around the nation for a year and a half, I must have been unconsciously appropriating Lao Tzu, for I was fond of saying to myself — or to whomever was packing artwork for transport: “Pack it well, there are ten thousand potholes between here and there.”

You don’t recognize the severity of the situation until you’re in a van packed with fragile work. And then you slam through a pothole at 70 miles an hour. And then another and another. 

There is only one way to prepare for this, and that is to prepare. In the case of artwork, the preparation is in the planning and packing and loading of the work. Once en route you’ve done your work.

Isn’t this true of everything? 

Let’s say I have a big dream. To get from here to there, inevitably, there will be ten thousand unexpected things along the way. For me, time in silence is my preparation. Daily.