Silence

Sailing through silent waters
breezes tickling hair
caressing face gently
Exhultant music
rising from the chest
bursting with joy
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Gliding through silent blue sky
stillness and magic
envelops the moment
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Riding softly through the silence
peace, love, joy, bliss within
centers the day

Outside Looking In

I could see the spots
through the stripes
The stripes of visibility
through the fencing
Curious face with blue tongue
turning to look at me
Hidden behind the fence
hovering way overhead
spots of Life
“Hello there”, we said…
Go Home

Go Home

Walking down the street
in a cement city
no trees in sight
Only a three foot square
of shaved grass
the greening part
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Crow dive bombs my head
screeching with aplomb
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Go back.. Go back home!

Fluttering…

Stepping off the ledge
the fledgling fluttered
And sputtered and flew
into his new life
Of soaring on the breezes
in joy
Morning for a Change

Morning for a Change

Oblique light of dawn

Spotlights
Tulip festooned branches
bejeweled with sparkling dew
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Birds have been awake
for hours
Twittering and whistling
making their remarks
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Still, my mind…
Full, my heart…
Rhythm of the Day

Rhythm of the Day

Fully in sync

with the rhythm of the day
He flowed through the activities
on a joyous cloud of excitement
Riding the thrill
that used to be called fear

Moving into Thrive

Today, I am singing praises for artists like Melissa Dinwiddie at the Thriving Artists Project who seem to have dedicated themselves to changing the world with courageous impetus. Even more than that, they are sharing the thought processes behind their hutzpah. I joined Thriving Artists Project with intrepid heart, truly ready to move into a different experience. Melissa has provided a brilliant intervention and has been a huge catalyst of growth in me and my artistic self. I will be ever grateful for the artistic jumpstart.

In one of her many interviews with other successful artrepreneurs, she introduced me to Ann Rea, another thriving artist. They both share the life-changing practice of doing daily diligence (my words) in your art. I make my living doing graphic design and illustration. I love what I do, and yet my heart, my center is in expression through fine art practices. I had gotten so busy doing my (graphics) work that I did not allow myself the (fine art) work time. So, I was touched deep inside reading the suggestion that I commit to a minimal amount of engaging in art practice every day. I am a changed woman, certainly a changed artist.

Ever since I made the promise to myself that I would paint or fully engage in another inspired creative endeavor for a minimum of 15 minutes everyday, things have been changing for me. First, it hardly ever ends at only 15 minutes, as once I am engaged in the process, I will stay there until I feel complete. I am developing a fresh body of work. I have started a whole new series of acrylic and mixed media paintings. It is my intention to have a major show at a gallery this year. And I will do it.

Second, the daily discipline opens up my creative thought processes so that I am much more engaged and effective in my graphic design work as well. As I read in The Artists Way and Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain years ago, tapping daily into the well of creativity will impact all areas of your life.  I am deeply grateful for the nudge back into the experiential remembrance of  this understanding.

The Story

The Story

The story goes without moving
takes us on a journey
through time and space
without ever leaving our seat
And when it is complete
our bodies believe we’ve been
in spite of the cricks and stiffness
due to lack of actual movement

Time to step out of the story
and go for a walk

Story

How is what I say any different
from what you say or she says or he says?
It is but thought described
in word or deed or image
a photograph, if you will
of a moment in time
and by the time it is expressed
it is a solid bit of evidence
no longer in the now moment
except as this static piece of history
from one perspective
it is all story

Mad Dog

Mad Dog

Mad dog barking
at the gate
Ready to burst free
rush past implements of reason
Enter the wilderness
in feral abandon
Sink toes in mud
and staunch the wild storm
running with the wind…
So, where’s your mad dog at the moment?