Moment Seeds
One thing that
always comes up
is the little seed of
life within each moment
each situation
each eternity
This napkin was in a bag of napkins that Marshal had found, not yet published.
Mystery
There is a mystery
surrounding the question
or its’ origin, its’ destination
and so she sat with the what its
until her head was spinning
yet always
her heartbeat was steady
Snagged
“Don’t get snagged for long,” she said.
“On sharp little thoughts aggrieved
or spent on consternations path,
For every pulled thread provides a
God line, a reminder of our humanity,
and still the weaving, warp and weft,
continues to describe the pattern of our lives.”
Bamboo
Feather
Abstract 99
Waves
Snagged – original napkin
I’ve been doing my creative work without posting it (for the most part) for the last several years, because I was working on pulling all of my different websites together into this one. Recently, my husband found another stash of my Daily Napkins which had not yet been published. At the same time, I’ve been wanting to challenge myself to some “daily” creative practice once more.
A lot of my recent work has involved layering – both directly on a canvas, and digitally with a variety of pieces of different original works. As in this one, I will post pics of the components, if I have time or inclination.
Be-Bop Buddha
He’s a be-bop Buddha
snazzin’ that jazzin’
all the day…
Got tunes and licks
running round
in his brain
Yeah!
Happy Buddha face
Bush
Original Be-bop nappie
I’ve been doing my creative work without posting it (for the most part) for the last several years, because I was working on pulling all of my different websites together into this one. Recently, my husband found another stash of my Daily Napkins which had not yet been published. At the same time, I’ve been wanting to challenge myself to some “daily” creative practice once more.
A lot of my recent work has involved layering – both directly on a canvas, and digitally with a variety of pieces of different original works. As in this one, I will post pics of the components, if I have time or inclination.
The Journey
The Journey
You may find exhilarating storms of hope
placid lakes of indifference
and rushing streams of joy
still throughout your intrepid journey
the constant thread stitches all
together in the heart
Cereus Joys of Caretaking
From the prickly situation
delicate bursts of gentle
beauty like love’s sweet
whisper emerges
in night’s darkness
From the bristly service
everyday full of tasks
fraught with jabbing
thorns of duty and grief
born of love’s responsibility
In the still hours gloom
past twilight’s settling
tired hands tremble
as the heart of the matter
calls forth beauty
Love blooms once more
aching comfort in
a hushed moments rest
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The delicate cereus cactus blooms burst forth in the night. Being the caretaker for a declining family member has it’s moments. —Dena
