Author: Sunday Blu

I used to say to people who noticed my artistic talents, filled with residual angst, “What does it matter if I am that good, or that smart. I can’t afford groceries this month.” I’m embarrassed to admit, that I’d resent that complement more than any other. Not anymore, though. Now, I lay in bed after…

Do you think we can change the course of life by moving things? Things like plants and people and prayers? Of course our bodies when they move change our lives directly, but when I place this intricate leaf with juniper and a broken piece of a seed pod together, perhaps they act by proxy as…

The double edge of hope – being a creature of story and of destiny, being a good solid teller of tales. These days I find myself wondering how close to the truth my art can take me, really? The truth of what my life was? What it is now and what it might be? My…

When I think of gratitude, I think of my mother’s sadness. A prayer I made one night for her wellness. I think of the Earth and picking mint. When I think of exchange, I think of this tending. I think of a coin between the teeth of a shaman, understanding, forgiveness and gratitude. I think…