Sunday, December 16, 2018

Immersed In Wonderland

WOW....


Friday, December 14, 2018

Withering

there is a weak root that barely
anchors me to this world... it's 
withering

realizing that i need it 

 asking help of the plant spirits 
on a rainy morning walk

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Rooted In Nature

WOW
amazing artists
diana scherer AND mother nature!


Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Keep Shining

i will ~ j



Sunday, December 9, 2018

Old Bone Mother

 
image: Carolyn Hillyer

 "Old Bone Mother is an archetype, a potential; we find her in the old folktales. In the person of Baba Yaga, with her forest hut which runs on chicken legs, and is surrounded by a wooden fence topped with skulls. In the Siberian story of the dead hero who is taken to an old woman in a cave; she sleeps on his bones, and so brings him back to life. In the Mexican story of La Huesera, who takes bones back to her cave and sings them back to life.

Bones are the essence of us, and they always speak the truth. The childish bones buried beneath The Juniper Tree; The Singing Bone with its story of murder and treachery. You can’t fool the bones, and you can’t fool Old Bone Mother. She’ll lead you to the cave; she’ll sleep on your bones; she’ll show you the way to tend your wounds, how to grope your way gently back to wholeness. Old Bone Mother knows all the tricks of the healing dark. But Old Bone Mother knows we sometimes need a little tougher love. She knows when it’s time to let you go, when it’s time to kick you back out again. Back into the world, back on the path, on out into the promise of returning light.

We need to focus on coming back to our bodies, beginning to repossess our instincts, beginning to reclaim our deep connection to the land and its non-human inhabitants. This is how we heal." ~ Sharon Blackie

untethering.....




Saturday, December 1, 2018

Abandoned Art

spent this rainy day making a little journal
to abandon....



















Tuesday, November 27, 2018

What Once Was

(image source: unk)
"there are ruins in each of us. a place where
'what once was' lives on like an echo..haunting
the landscape of our lives with its weathered
foundations. abandoned..scavenged..and dismantled
by time..the ruin is the holiest place in our heart.
it is the ways in which we have been broken that
have earned us a place to stand. it is in our life's
absences that a wild longing is born. this ruined
place is a temple in which to worship..to throw
down our grief and our forgetting..and praise
what remains. after all..these remains are the
evidence of how greatly we have loved and 
they should be venerated as the legacy of
survival that they are."
~ toko pa turner


Monday, November 26, 2018

A Borderless Land

(image source unk)
 
"there is a stand of undeveloped jungle.. a place
of indigeneity within each of us..that can never
be domesticated. it is a borderless land..beyond
personality and convention..even beyond thought..
where pure creativity arises. like the signature
song of a tropical bird..the spiraling of an
arbutus tree..the evening scent of a jasmine
bush..there is an essence in each of us intended
to be expressed. few make the trek into this
creative wild..because the path requires great
vulnerability. to come into our true originality..
we must surrender the layers of numbness we
use to protect our hearts"

"many take the path well worn..but they are only
given a half lived life. to those willing to brave
the unknown path..the dark thicket.. a
remembering of love..magic..and purpose
returns. there is a wild woman under our skin
who wants nothing more than to dance until
her feet are sore..sing her beautiful grief into
the rafters..and offer the bottomless cup of her
creativity as a way of life. and if you are able
to sing from the very wound that you've worked
so hard to hide..not only will it give meaning to
your own story..but it becomes a corroborative
voice for others with a similar wounding."
~toko pa turner



Saturday, November 24, 2018

Remembering Ourselves Home

 
(image: free people)
"with her beguiling beauty..eros will possess you.
she is a singer and a dreamer..whose elements are
mystery..magic..and earth. her voice isn't pretty..nor
is it sweet..but rather scorched with honesty. and
when she sings..the ache of being alive rattles and
resonates deep in your bones. it's with her raw
passion that she pushes blood into an idea..and
makes it dance. her home is in the wild..and she
speaks the language of all untamed beings. she
is the animal body..both fierce and graceful..who
moves with the rhythm and sway of the soul." 




Thursday, November 22, 2018

The Gift of Simple Moments

i am thankful... and humbled... to be able to see and feel the things most people have forgotten...the gifts of simple daily moments....softly given....

these aged eyes still watch the sun rise to the score of bird song...see the beauty of leafless trees...and constellations in the morning's frost....

hearing coffee pouring into my cup...the crunch of grass beneath my feet...the wind dancing brittle leaves tornado like around the yard...

and the memories....the memories....

today...as always...i whisper to the wind the names of those i carry in my heart...and pray they be kept safe...and healthy...and well loved...

And on this day of giving thanks...i send blessings to each of you

happy thanksgiving


Monday, November 19, 2018

The Light

a hard lesson 
to learn


Sunday, November 18, 2018

Trying To Be A Hero

trying...



Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Hello Story...It's Me


this cathartic journey is
completed

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Hello New Day...It's Me

again....


Monday, November 12, 2018

Hello Earth...It's Me


righting....

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Hello Breath...It's Me

again...


Saturday, November 10, 2018

Hello God....It's Me

hello glass window...it's me

hello god...it's me
 
supplication
supplication
supplication





Thursday, November 8, 2018

Hello Hurt....It's Me

broken + broken =
hurt
:(:


Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Hello Fears....It's Me

always
always
always


Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Hello Lost....It's Me

truth....


Monday, November 5, 2018

Hello Lies....It's Me


bent from the weight of
lies...

Sunday, November 4, 2018

Hello Angels....It's Me


i do...


Saturday, November 3, 2018

Hello Sad Song...It's Me

over
and
over
and 
over...


Friday, November 2, 2018

Hello Past...It's Me

why....


Monday, October 29, 2018

Crap.......


didn't even get started good on
this carving when my carver slipped
caught my pants and broke the shaft
lucky to have lost enough weight
that my jeans are super baggy
resulting in no blood involved
lesson learned....

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Friday, October 26, 2018

Thursday, October 25, 2018

Hello Chaos...It's Me


bird murmuration on crack
yep

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Hello Bipolar....It's Me

 truth be known...
most days


Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Hello Thoughts....It's Me

this is the sort of stuff
i wonder about
(...faulty wiring)



Monday, October 22, 2018

Hello Silence...It's Me

 
breathing quietly 
in the silence
 




Sunday, October 21, 2018

Hello Mom...It's Me....

i miss her...


Saturday, October 20, 2018

Hello Prayer Tree...It's Me....

there is a weight to
unanswered prayers
i carry
that weight...


Friday, October 19, 2018

Hello World....it's me....

beginning
hello world
it's me.....