Art’s Inspiration and Other Fancy Thoughts
Beginning
On the lone hillside green going on for miles the single massive oak luxuriates in worship of the sun toe roots buried deep -------- To sit there in similar fashion soak up the sun’s rays buried in deep verdant velvet at rainbow’s end? No, it is the...
Magnolia
Through the window and all the shades of green a single spot of creamy white like the orb of the moon on a soft summer night The very first pearl of the year luminescent harbinger of joyous celebration on jeweled crown Magnolia grandiflora magnificence in perfection...
Present
Sometimes ours is not to “get it” Understanding may come oh, so very much later Instead right now is simply right now time to deal with “it” or not Engaged in each nuance of the present moment no more
Bear
Baring my soul to Bear witness of my dreams lumbering past bushels of fears and fancies medicine teacher gruffly grumbles and growls beware the bear hug just might crush you smothered in love or cast you correction with the bat of a paw
The Farm
On the farmall work together'neath the sun's sweet raysin a symbiotic danceof lifein interconnected wovenness-------------------------------Till me a talesing me a songbuzz 'round the bloomsand I'll hum all day long
Encouraging Respect for Your Work
I got a call awhile back, from a thrift store. It seems the $1200. painting that I donated to the church for their fundraiser had not sold. Instead of returning it to me, they had donated it to a thrift store. Some worker there had marked it for $25. The owner called...
Joyous Birthing
How can you fill up with any more joy than immersed in the birth of twins? I don't think there can be hardly any experiences much more joyous than that. Faith and Grace were born on Wednesday this week. I was honored to be there, of support, and able to witness their...
Faith and Grace
at the beginningon a new dayripe with possibilitiesand deeply founded hopeFaith was bornof the heartin a moment which stood stillfor a momentcelebration... back to workbreathinguntilthe birth of GraceBlessings
Momma Bird
Momma bird sitsthe eye of peace upon mea pile of sticks and feathersbeneath hergentle sky peekingthrough the greenage aboveA gift of lovea piece of peacelaid out before me
Minstrel
As he strummed andplucked, the stringsresponded with asound that could becalled sublimeEach new phase of hisdevelopment in lifewas remarked inthe crafted words of hismindSing on, minstrel...
Wrinkles
I discovered long agothat my weaknessesand wrinkles in my life,my shadows, if you will,are the challengestoward glory --The purpose of my path...So, I'm loving all my wrinklesnowadays, embracing my fearsas I dance with sweet abandon --Surrender to the light
Change
Temporaryillusivethe only constant changeyet stillwe try to grab onmake it lastmake it stayrecord it for posterityOnly love enduresonly one is everalwaysNow