How it came to be

Many people have asked me, over time, where I came up with the name: Ghost Wind . . . . 

It came to me one afternoon, in August 2014, standing on a ridge overlooking the site of Custer's Last Stand in Montana.  A, what seemed at the moment, random summer squall had just blown through settling dust and cooling a hot dry wind raising goose  bumps on my neck and arms.  I closed my eyes and imagined . . .  I could hear the sounds of conflict -- shouts, screams, gun shots, horses whinnying in protest, men dying . . . I could smell the dust, gun powder, blood and death.  Most of all I felt a sense of fear and sadness at this avoidable incident.  I could here the voices of  fathers mothers, wives, and children singing prayers and hopes for a better future and an end to the ignorance that perpetuated genocide against a people who were already here.
Imagined or real, it was an amazing experience!!  The whispers that moved  across the land, on the wind, were inclusive and supportive to any who would take the time to try and understand.  It was a Ghost Wind and a gift from the Universe.
With my art, my desire is to touch peoples hearts.  If what I create has the power to make someone smile I have accomplished my goal.  If you feel the goose bumps rise on your neck, arms and shoulders -- then you have been kissed by a Ghost Wind.
Please feel free to respond to these posts.   It has been way too long since I have done anything on this blog.  My intention (I know, I know) is to maintain the blog on a regular basis and stay connected with friends and potential friends across the country.
Peace and love to all
Sonny

I'm baaaaaaack!! I hope.

It has been far too long since I have done anything with this blog!!  Forgive me and grant me some much needed tolerance in this, well intentioned, attempt to revive the blog.  Feel free to respond and offer suggestions for support and comment. 
I haven't gone anywhere.  I'm still carving and drawing when I can.  I have been lazy and struggling with low motivation.  Searching for a muse that took off a long while back.  I am still looking for the illusive muse but will move on, one foot in front of the other, with or without one.  If anything, my hope is to maintain and nurture old connections while inviting and encouraging new ones. 

Peace and love to all!!

Sonny