Wednesday, March 29, 2017

I Am Afraid


why are we so afraid to
step outside of our 
comfort zone?

i
am
afraid

i
am
afraid

i
am
afraid

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Done


We Are One


done

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Food For My Soul


working out side
covered in sweat and sawdust
food for my soul

saved the part of my tree sculpture
that intimidates me the most for last
not my usual modus operandi
normally when intimidated i
attack that sh*t and get it over with
but...i haven't exactly been my
normal self lately....


my first attempt at roughing out a
head with a chainsaw
finished up with an angle grinder
all in all i'm pleased
got it looking the way i pictured
stained
tomorrow it will get a coat
of linseed oil and will be
attached to the tree
then given a day for the glue to set
think it will be done
but
we'll see...

Friday, March 24, 2017

On Progress and Memories


do trees have memory?
my belief is anything living does
i killed this tree for a selfish reason
to atone for this i promised to honor
her spirit as an art form
while debarking i talked to her
ran my hands over each section
whispered apologies
then for several days i sat
with her...just sat
observing
listening
finally she spoke
"we are one"
 hurting her
i had hurt 
myself

i am no great sculptor
but promised to honor her spirit
...my spirit
her memories...mine
forged
she will likely never forget
her senseless demise
i will never forget the
anguish in my life
when i took hers
memories...
we
are
one



Thursday, March 23, 2017

Truth #5


"there are some things about myself i can't explain to anyone.
there are some things i don't understand at all. i can't tell what
i think about things or what i'm after. i don't know what my
strengths are or what i'm supposed to do about them. but if
i start thinking about these things in too much detail the
whole thing gets scary. and if i get scared i can only think
about myself. i become really self-centered...and without
meaning to...i hurt people. so i'm not such a wonderful
human being."

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Thankful For Guardian Angels


spent today working on red tail hawk 
for my tree sculpture


with my newest toy

sweat
sawdust
right brain
the only relief
frightening bipolar 
episode


power tools
three sleepless nights
not the best option
but
necessary

thankful
for
guardian
angels



Monday, March 20, 2017

Messages of Love


i love the heart shaped orb
captured in this shot


my keeper was placed facing east
so i would get this shadow each evening
east... the element of fire
fire...
my
spirit



Sunday, March 19, 2017

It's About Your Heart....



the keeper of my heart
this piece stands 8 ft tall
there was so much more i wanted to do
carve a face
intricate designs
but it kept saying
no
that love isn't about beauty
or having fine things
it's about your heart
and how looking at the one you love
causes you to forget human language

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Sweat And Sawdust


spending my days in the comfort
of angels

a meteorite travels alone
so does a falling star
so
do
i

Thursday, March 16, 2017

The Keeper of My Heart


"most people have only made
a dent in my memory
a little nick
but you..
you moved in
made yourself at home
and spread your arms to
make room for your
wingspan"

at the end of the day
to be spent
and covered in sawdust
soothes my soul

this...

will be 
the keeper of
my
heart


Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Un-put-back-togetherable


shards
 broken
un-put-back-togetherable

which is...
 ok
i
don't
want
to
be
that
person
again

Monday, March 6, 2017

Heartsore


"when you sit in silence long enough
you learn that silence has a motion.
it glides over you without shape or form
exactly like water. its color is silver.
and silence has a sound you hear only
after hours of wading inside it. the sound
is soft...like flute notes rising up...
like the words of glass speaking."

"i have this strange sense that my silence is
preparing me for something i can't name..."

some days
 so heartsore
silence 
my only 
companion

Saturday, March 4, 2017

The Path of Knowing

                                                                                            giselle hicks ceramics

seven gifts:

...the courage to sit and wait

...the curiosity to open closed doors and explore
what is behind them

...the ability to listen to yourself

...an appreciation for the experience of all life

...a respect for the power of your imagination

...the compassion to try to embrace all things with
unconditional acceptance

...an awe for the path of knowing

these are from one of my latest reads:



this:

began debarking today
chisel
hammer
muscle
we talk
promised i would
 listen
 to her wishes
then
 do my best
with an awe for the
path of
knowing

Friday, March 3, 2017

My MM


he was talking to me
asking why i was looking at him
like he was crazy
how do i explain
the sight of him
 fills me with
such love
sometimes 
forget
human
language

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Shared Prayers... Honoring Risks


"Thank you for this perfect day for taking chances. 

Bless the heart which steps into the light tunnel of alternative
 channels of thinking.

Help me to understand that keeping quiet keeps me small. Guide
me to compose my ideas and thoughts without worry about who 
will respond and how. Help me open to the rejection or neutrality
that may come from expressing my initial ideas and feelings. Show
me the real hazards..but keep me from making up artificial ones that
prevent forward movement. Help me gather the thoughts that come
from my heart.

Support me as I face the unknown. Strengthen my relationship to
uncertainty by making a pyramid of my foundation. Remind me that 
I am like those who have gone before me..stepping out of the comfort
zone in order to engage possibility. Redirect my fears..and place my
feet on the path in front of me. Give me a nudge when I need it. Help 
me to be a bold example to others who look to me to lead with faith.

Spread my arms wide..open my heart wider..and let me find out for
myself. Grow my options for speaking from love. Help the healing
medicine rise to meet my voice.

Remind me that there are no healing reasons to protect those who
have done harm. Help me to say the things no one can say for me. 
Let me remember that my admissions of what is true are as
important to my own ears as they are to anyone who listens.

I am ready to pioneer a new way for myself. Pave my road with
clarity and trust. Mark the trail with feathers and tracks for
exploring all avenues of curiosity.

May my continuous efforts fortify my habit of speaking up for
myself. May my vow to try as many times as necessary reveal
the promise of my freedom. May my mistakes be my teachers.
Help me to reframe those things I wish to have said more clearly
and truthfully. Let me grant myself second and third opportunities.

Encourage me to stick my neck out:  not onto the chopping block..
but to stretch myself to beautiful lengths in order to greet what's ahead."

those are not my words
they come from a prayer book
i am using to guide me back to
the one that i am
i have strayed so far from my path
floundering
lost
unwilling to acknowledge
the truth of things
praying for guidance
understanding
and
grace

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

I See You


clootie
cloutie
cloughtie

the beginnings of my
prayer tree

 a well among
the trees to the right


my hand print at her feet
i honor mother earth
then the standing one
before adding a prayer cloth
 lay a hand in gratitude
when i pass 


 this 
to honor the well
water
stone
standing ones
prayers
powerful


 brush cleared from around
the well and stones
a spirit peers from the
center of the
flame

i see you
thank you 
blessed