Mosaic Tile House

WOW!

Back To Center

the beginnings of a tree spirit

for my sculpture garden

her head carved from a cedar stump

the body a limb that broke on my

pecan tree last year

i've had to work on her between rains

as i don't have anywhere to work

out of the weather

just cover her with the tarp 

to cut down on drying time

when wet 

it's been a cold...wet...winter here

i've been holed up inside

reading

studying

it gladdens my heart to be able

to work outdoors again

meditative

healing

working my way back

to  center

Who Does The Remembering?

 beautiful beautiful soul.....

Beneath the Mask

i arrange my face 

to give others the version of myself

least likely to unsettle them

experimenting today with joint 

compound on wood

No Truer Truth

no truer truth....

Burned Into Bone

a tree begins its life

 reaching for the light

and ends up

standing in the light

i find myself reaching less

"being" more

shrouded with memories

burned into bone

Messengers

the dead send messages

on the wings of birds

in the language of loss

 

i sit in silence

listening

 

wounds so heavy

only silence helps

carry them

Empty

is it longing that moves the sea?

 listening

the wind whispers your name

through the hole in my heart

 empty of even haunting 

 

Lightworkers 6 & 7

lightworker 6

lightworker 7

these complete my lightworker series

i chose to finish with the crone

she best represents where i am

on my path

i started this form of painting for therapy

to try and recenter myself

and used digital painting because i 

couldn't afford supplies

as a virgo

it has been a challenge for me 

to use this free flowing

intuitive type of painting

with its wonky lines

and misshapen bodies

but that's really what life

is all about...isn't it

none of us are perfect

but we have all been given

this gift of a body

for our soul to inhabit

Lightworker 5

she is our mother

giver of life

i thank her daily for the blessings

she gives me

 

i offer her kindness

healing energy

and do my best to 

leave only soft footprints

along my path

 

Lightworker 4

we are all one

we are all connected

earth 

air

fire

water

descending into

an ancient 

quiet

Lightworkers

lightworker

healer

soother

peace bringer

i am all these things

these are the beginning of my

lightworker series

we lightworkers have been given

 a gift

and are guided to share

"some days i speak in a thousand tongues

and never use words"

truth...

Still

still.........

:(: Insomnia :):

one of the harder things for me to deal with

as someone who is bipolar

is the sleep cycles

or i should say the non sleep cycles

after three or four days straight of

one to two hours of sleep a night

i start losing my motor control

my ears ring

my vision is impaired

and when the cycle passes

that first sleep is usually so deep

i awake in a fugue state

and have a day feeling like i'm

underwater

sleeping is a chore for me

and it makes me dread even

trying

if you could smell this picture

it would smell of

hopelessness

KO'D

ko'd

knocked out

more times than i can count

i hear the voices whispering

stay down fool

but i pull myself back up

for one more try

i'm just stupid that way

The Mercy of Angels

no matter how often i jump

i always receive the mercy of

angels

 i don't know if my guardian angel drinks or not
but i do feel sure it will before my story is finished
 

Postmortem

whatever asks

heart kneels

and offers to

bear

Say Something

anywhere

i would have followed

you

Trying To Hold It Together

 

i need a sign to let me know you're here

all of these lines are being crossed

 over the atmosphere

i need to know that things

 are gonna look up
'cause i feel us drowning

 in a sea spilled from a cup

when there is no place safe 

and no safe place to put my head

when you feel the world shake

 from the words that are said

i need a sign to let me know you're here
'cause my tv set just keeps it all from being clear

i want a reason for the way things have to be

i need a hand to help build up

 some kind of hope inside of me

and i'm calling all angels

 

i'm calling all you angels

Would I Lie To You

little white lies

the last person i can trust

or believe is

me