Sometimes I notice
the curl of your neck
or some other tender spot
And I’m reminded
In just that moment
of human vulnerabilities
And the warming of the heart
It’s then the butterflies arise again
And I am prompted to say something
A checkered box
covered with jewel-like beads
And full to within an inch
of emptiness, still and rich
Such is my day
such is my life
Such is the experience
when immersed
in love and gratitude
Forever so long
little spider
had been cleaning up
the ravages of every storm
Rebuilding, re-grounding, re-attaching
with joyous determination
Today, she decided
she would change the design
and moved a full 6 inches
to the right
Ah! How spiffy,
how exciting
what ingeniousness!
Let creativity flow!
I've illustrated several books, however, not all of them have been published. I am in the process of completely reconfiguring my website so that I can feature more of my illustrations as well as offer my fine art work for sale right here on the website.
I'm really excited about this project because I figure it's high time I do what I am a natural at, and what I love doing, rather than what I really suck at, and just suffer doing (web coding, for example - ARGH!) Still, I am not quite ready to completely give up the blues, yet, so I thought I'd sing them here about the fact that I cannot show you some of my better work (yet). La la la... OK, that's it. All the blues I've got right now.
So, back to that web coding, and stuff like that.
An orchestra of justice
Nature’s rhythms awoke
Played themes of peace
and incomprehensible hope
in lilting tones of possibility
“How could that be,” one wonders
“without control and argument?”
‘Tis simply natural law
as life flows with ease
and rushing grace
Through crags of challenge
and boulders of resistance
Where, oh where, were you tonight?
Why was I working all by myself?
I had to fix dinner and get to a meeting
I made a mess, dear, and phht I was gone…
• • • •
Sometimes, when I get busy
It may seem that my consciousness
Does not include the home environment
Or surroundings or my close relationships
Yet, my heart is always filled
With loving appreciation and gratitude
for those closest to me
Memories stacked
pearls and gems
Stones and clods
all jumbled together
To pick and sort—
the work of the elder
String necklaces of beauty
rich and deep
plant daisies in the fodder
Once atop the perch
at the peak of his life
He could see
the broad vista before him
He was ready to soar…
