Little Birdie
Building Nests
Just playing. Too sleepy to be too serious.
New Patterns
Flapping in the wind
her web is flapping
That human didn’t notice
in her unconsciousness
And destroyed
a full days work
Hmm, spider wonders,
could I create a different
pattern this time….?
Eagle Woman
Colors of Aliveness
Incredibly enjoyable evening looking at art and listening to local music at the Colony. Inspirational. Check out the show. It will be up for a month, as far as I understand.
The Hearth
The Heart
I used to pass this place every week on my way, and on my way back. So many stories I told myself through the years of commuting.
Avenue of Dreams
Sun spackled walls
around the heart
Paint faded and cracked
solid on the alleyway
where the shadows dwell
All light windows and doors
on the street and park side
on the avenue of hopes and dreams
…………………………
The little child learned
oh, so very long ago
To keep her back covered
as she reached for the light
Olde Time Still Life
Holding Still
Another lifetime ago
they held still
because there was
nothing else
they could do
and still maintain
the illusion
of being
inanimate
a truly olde timey
still life
holding still
so I could snap
a still life snapshot
Grandmas Mirror
She Tried Too Hard
sometimes
she tried too hard
to please
to be nice
to make it all better
when really
all she could
realistically do
is love
and pray
and live her day
to its fullest
potential
Autumn
She Wears It Well
I’ve cleaned up most all of the leaves left in my yard last fall, and all of the geraniums are doing a happy dance, looking all springy and celebratory. I really enjoyed the way the leaves stacked up on the schoolyard fence a couple years ago, so I found an excuse to use it now, even though the geraniums are singing quite loudly.
Shenanigans
Shenanigans begin again
over and over like old nasty habits
Only this is fun and good
and serves the highest purpose
Hey hey, ho ho
the hokey pokey habit
gonna’ turn myself around
Daily asanas
discipline for happiness
consistent routine for health
I put my right mind in
and I shake it all about…
Dragon Buddha
On the tracks I once met
abandoned tracks
abandoned attachments
dragonfly dreams
in the mystics vision
awakened tracks
awakened thoughts
like a dragonfly
flitting through inner eyesight
I stayed up extraordinarily late last night completing this image, and then I lost it. I gave up before I collapsed on the keyboard. I found it tonight right where it belonged. Perhaps I was too attached to it’s creation last night?
