Carol Wiebe

. “C’mon baby, light my fire.” Remember that line?  Light My Fire, The Doors, 1966. Do you also remember when you thought it was your job to light other people’s fires? Maybe you still do. Passion is hard to fake. When you try to light the fires you are instructed to light, (under)paid to light, they are often pitiful little flames, birthday candle size, easily snuffed out. Your fire turns to embers, then ashes. Light your own fires, I say. Play your own games. Revel in your

The heart is on my mind these days, for very personal reasons. And so, it keeps emerging in my artwork, beating its steady beat. And, it keeps reminding me to be mindful of the fact that despite all that we might find wrong with the world, and our lives ~ if we choose to use our precious energy to pursue such thoughts ~ love persists. Stay attuned  . . . .  to your heart’s messages, to the many examples of love constantly being presented for your delectation. This is my simpl