The Shepherds’ Play



The Shepherds’ Play is a medieval mystery play that my kids grew up with in the Eugene Waldorf School. Teachers and community members play the parts, and the whole school community turns out for it. The play is funny and earnest, with the angel overseeing the drama, and the unwitting shepherds (the most human of humans) being the first to glimpse the face of the sacred.

The play opens and closes with the players singing these words—

Bless O Lord the way we tread,
Bless our comings and our goings;
Bless likewise our daily bread,
Bless our leavings and our doings.
Bless our death with thy death’s leaven,
That to us thy life be given.



Let me get my boots on.

A year ago I, along with the rest of the country, was reeling from the election. The corrosive divisions among fellow Americans were terrible, and largely have remained so. A poet friend of a friend decided that, for the duration of this administration, he would post a poem a week. It was one thing he could do. I decided to follow suit, and every week for the last year I have posted a painting or a sketch on Face Book.

I have been humbled by the responses. From right, left, and center. I didn’t imagine my own art could be such a bridge, let alone what would come back to me by the sharing of it .

Art works. There is the work of making art, and then there is the work that the art does when released into the world. This blog is to further my art’s working.

It’s the rainy season in western Oregon. I often draw or paint outside, so that means the full winter regalia of boots, rain coat and rain pants. Let’s go.

Drawing with my boots on