Eastern Oregon Contemplative  Oh give me land lots of land under starry skies above. . . Don’t fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love. . . Don’t fence me in. Let me be

The ability to think critically, imaginatively and creatively is core to our humanity. Yet, the way we go about thinking differs. Divergent thinkers commonly use imaginative techniques while convergent thinkers depend on logic. Lateral thinkers  use both convergent and divergent

I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the sweet earth’s flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree

Pandora’s Box The lid to Pandora’s Box is raised. Previously, a trickle seeped through holes some lawmakers tried to plug, but evil now rushes out and seemingly can’t be stopped. The pandemic flies out as nature’s way of demonstrating who’s

    Soaring by Marilynne Eichinger Roots Hold Me Tight There is a song I sing to life that has a phrase in it that says, “roots hold me tight, wings set me free.” Those words keep circling through my

Oregon Museum of Science and Industry Starting a museum in my home inspired me to a career managing science museums. Since Covid-19 makes it difficult for children to explore them at will, it may be time to think about doing

High Desert Sunset The sixth painting in my Coronavirus series. In the face of protests, illness, isolation, political devisions and withdrawing from world organizations, walks though natural settings calm me. I marvel at the way it changes with the seasons

It’s Up to Us Since childhood, July 4th was a time for picnics, hikes, and evenings spent watching fire works to celebrate the founding of a nation, the coming together of thirteen independent states to form a synergistic whole stronger

Now that I’m a better writer, I’m reediting my first book “Lives of Museum Junkies.” This week I read the section titled, “The Happiness Business: Playful Learning is Good.” The following two paragraphs are from the chapter. “What is the

Today’s walk took me past many doors, no two alike.  They made me curious about those inside, what they thought and how were they doing in a pandemic exacerbated by racial discord. My musings reminded me of Anatole France’s saying,