Pre-Dawn Night

In the early morning hours
before dawn has spread her light
when clock’s ticking is so loud
and the night’s dreams still are bright
There I stop to breathe and think
fill my cup with Spirit’s might
cells lapping up the nectar
a gift of grace – delight
Reflecting life on life in life
I am but a speck of sparkling white
as I polish up for shining
in the dark of pre-dawn night
I shed the cloak of dreadful dreaming
encrusted with its simple frights
to lie de-clawed and transformed
into blessings in my sight
Woven

Woven

Woven Together

 

These fish were in my cousins pond, up in the foothills. It is a beautiful place that he has there, and he has stewarded the land in a conscious way. I love being in the country, and I loved seeing these beautiful fish. I could see myself in the water and I was reminded about how we are all a part of each others existence.

 

Depths of Spirit

I met a very old woman
on the road
Inching along in
a bent and stilted way
I offered my arm
as she headed off
across the trafficked street
And fell into the depths
of Spirit-connect in her eyes

Rattled

A rattle rattled me
I was rattled top to bottom
Even my little eyebrow hairs
shook free of the debris
Built up over the
times of non-action
Oooh – to renew
with the tickle
of a rattle…

Gentle Greeting

Once a stick-bug
showed up on my screen door
It was startling to realize
this odd twig was alive
I felt fear
Yet, the stick-bug still greeted me
in his gentle stick-bug way
The Spirit in me

honors the Spirit in all living beings

An Abstract Thought

An Abstract Thought

Macro/Micro Worlds

 

I just uploaded this painting to Etsy. I painted it when I first started painting watercolor. I’ve decided to “clear the attic” of paintings that I never even showed to anyone, for the most part. I’m freeing them into the world. Even though this is an older piece, it was just today released into the digital world.

This piece reminds me of my thought processes, as well as the relationship between macrocosm and microcosm. It is an original watercolor, painted before I started combining watercolor with Prismacolor pencil.

Half Empty?

Sometimes, I see it
as 2/3 full
Other times
as ½ empty…
When I remember my gratitude
I suddenly discover
That it is whole
perfect and complete