Author Archives: Dayna E. Mazzuca

Bendy, pliable tubes of paint rolled up from the bottom, are stored in the open— in a pile, acrylic, canvas, brushes, water pots stand next to sketches waiting on the vision—cave-like muse to blend the elements of bold contemplation, with the sweat of inspiration— the stuff of a masterpiece, or illustration of what it meansContinue reading “Stand-by Art”

I saw them fly, high, high overhead— stood still to watch two eagles circle in finely drawn, yet perfectly visible lines as if speaking to my heart’s need to hope in such things— that divine intimations might be as common as this. Regaining our spiritual strength is no small thing. Often it takes waiting onContinue reading “Eagles”

travelling far from home, I experience new sights, sounds, smells— seek to intuit where I am, spiritually, identify the juncture of profound possibility, opportunity to endow life at home with greater meaning, a more prayerful, insightful approach far from home I find strength to conquer immediate, blinding realities now hardened into preferences for the familiarContinue reading “Reading My Surroundings”

Opting out of what the world validates as utmost and urgent paves the way for what, I do not know, exactly. Only that silence will not compete for status. There are things that belong to the world of wonder, the realm of peace and the dynamics of prayer and worship, etc., that by their veryContinue reading “Opting Out to Enter In”

Here in the Abbey on a hill, monks value words enough to disuse, eschew excess when hand gestures, eye contact, connective silence will do. It is a very calm way of speaking, fosters a healing atmosphere for people seeking what they can hardly say may soothe. Anytime I’ve been able to visit dedicated holy places,Continue reading “Abbey on a Hill”