serves fellow explorers of life’s two most important questions: What’s going on, and what’s the healthiest action I can take in this moment? To this end, Steve champions the most fear-provoking point of view the world has ever known: Everything is a gift, and the business of life is discovering how come. He finds the spirit of the universe to be playful, loving, deep. Besides laughter and the sharing of experience, his expressions of this spirit include several hundred essays, a novel, some 2000 drawings, countless stone sculptures built & photographed on his Vermont mountainside over a quarter century, and a portfolio of professional communication for clients who favor a collaborator who aspires to write like a freight train driven by Mother Teresa.
The Skill of Peeking
If you could wear just one hat for your whole life, what would it be? A recent experience has helped me discover my answer. There’s a place of residence in Peekskill, NY that caters to artists. The application process for an apartment includes being officially designated an Artist by the City. If for no other
The Real GPS
I set out from the eastern wilderness in my periwinkle pickup with the YESS license plate bound for the Land of Angels, should there be such a place. Â Without realizing it, my destination was automatically plugged into that GPS gizmo we all carry in our heart, the one that, whether we know it or
Sing
SING I love singing with this song as loud as I can as frequently as I can. I call it meditation with a big mouth.  Some words, they can’t be spoken, only sung So hear a thousand voices shouting love There’s a place There’s a time In this life When you sing
Learning After Death
Shortly after our daughter Kathryn died last month, from the end of my drawing pen appeared this image of her. Big mind, heart body, new left foot. Nearly 50 years ago, the leg that foot was part of was amputated.
Leaving the World Singing
An email from a friend of our daughter Kathryn is among the most treasured I will ever receive.  Her friend spoke of text messages he and Kath exchanged a week or so before her recent death. Specifically, from her, this: Just loving moment to moment. I’m fully in my Zen evolution, letting go of
Admirable Daughter
Our daughter Kathryn, 57, is an excellent role model for many people in many different ways. She is an easy person to admire. She enjoys an array of notable worldly accomplishments, a vast breadth of knowledge she generously shares, is kind-hearted, a first-rate problem solver, and has a highly functioning funnybone. But none of that
When I Die
When I die I want to simply disappear into the ether. Having arrived an alien to all but God nearly 80 years ago, slipping out the back, my adios no more than whatever mess or beauty I’ve created while here, is in keeping with how I’ve attempted to honor the parade of treasures bestowed upon