life in

FULL-SPECTRUM COLOR

As a musician, artist, contemplative, theologian, and cultural explorer, I find a strange joy in grappling with the larger questions about life and existence. To me, this is the heart and soul of communications — exploring the dynamics of what it means to be human, how we connect and relate with one another, how we cultivate love and growth, and how we perceive ourselves in relation to the wider universe or the Divine. My reflections here are an attempt to capture moments of life — through a canvas of words, songs, images, and reflections — that I hope bring a deeper meaning into focus.

WHAT WOULD IT MEAN TO LIVE LIFE IN FULL-SPECTRUM COLOR, BRINGING ALL OF OUR SENSES TO THIS MOMENT?

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MUSINGS

There’s a Norman Rockwell illustration that’s stuck in my head lately. The image comes from the April 1, 1961 cover of The Saturday Evening Post. It shows a cluster of men, women and children, all of various religions, races and ethnicities standing together, shoulder to shoulder. Each figure’s gaze is earnestly fixed upon the words of the Golden Rule emblazoned in golden serif font across the bottom of the illustration: DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOU

July 14, 2016

Shoulder to Shoulder: Sketches Drawn in Turmoil and Aspiration

I am in the midst of a second childhood summer. After having left my corporate job to pursue this here communications consulting business, I am remembering what it means to slow down again, to take in the bird calls and the morning sunshine streaming through my windows, to drink my coffee with extra special attention to the balance of flavor.

June 23, 2016

Of Summers and Bird Songs, Coffee Meditations and Freedom

My sister held the phone up to Margaret’s ear and I could hear her labored breathing. “Hi Margaret, it’s me, Cathy,” I said in a soft voice. I paused, searching for the words to say. “I want you to know how much I love you.” My voice cracked as I tried to hold my emotions back. Could she really hear me? “She only has a few more hours left with us,” my sister said, her own voice trying to hold back the sadness and sobbing she wanted to pour forth.

February 13, 2016

Travels with Margaret

I am staying in one of my most favorite cities in the world for the next few days. It’s the peak of Autumn. The weather is a perfect 70 degrees Fahrenheit. I want to walk the whole city in one long adventurous embrace…and I have blisters on my feet. The irony is killing me.