Cleaved as I am in lust
so close I cannot see, cannot hear
Mouth to mouth, mated
I live in your chin.
Anger and love war in your eyes.
As tears spill,
I drink them
bitter
Bitter in my belly
I lose form and passion,
blind no more.
musings
Gypsy dreams
The first painting I remember feeling really proud of was a scene depicting a barrel top wagon in a field of poppies. I remember the joy of discovering how to depict the poppy flowers by turning my paintbrush around and … Read More
Fireside on Friday 13th
Friday 13th Fireside with two Robins and Burt dog. I sit and sing the fire into being with hands and voice They guard. The fire eats the sign of Gebo I lay in it then produces the same x in … Read More
Come to the woods with me and see with new eyes the stories of your life
“On any given day, the story of “who I am” can be told in many ways, with every potential storyline holding some part of a fuller truth. Depending on life’s circumstance, the dominant storyline that we choose can be optimistic … Read More
Let nature inspire you
Throughout history nature has inspired so many artists, thinkers, writers, and designers. Why is this? Creativity arises effortlessly in a space of relaxed play. When we take time to stop and tune into our Natural world through our senses, we … Read More
Ear worms
A little musing as I wandered in the woods this morning about the power of song to help you move forward in your life.
A morning wander in pictures
Thoughts that arise as I am captured by various beings on my wander. (Click on the images for more detail.)