My first attempt with the mixer brush….
Friday, February 28, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Blessing the Tree
my pecan tree during this last snow
didn't see this until i posted
the angel…
blessing
the
tree
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Counting Sheep
1….
2….
Someone asked me if I counted sheep to fall asleep…
nope..
just pick up a book after 8pm and try to read..
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
The Necessary
We never had an outhouse when I was a child but
I do have vivid memories of spending the night with
a friend who had one. They had a terrifying dog chained
to the darn thing and one person had to run around the
outhouse so the dog would chase them in order for the
other person to enter…and repeat to exit. Even now I
can't figure out the logic of this other than the fact that
she had a house full of older brothers and this was probably
their greatest form of amusement.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
Whispers…...
this is an abandoned cotton mill in the town where i live….
i'm so drawn to these forgotten building spirits…
they whisper my name...
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
The Comfort of Spirits…..
art by isabelle bryer
Everything is Waiting for You
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into
the conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
poem by david whyte
i am much comforted by the spirits of my surroundings…
i honor and thank them daily…
aho…
Friday, February 14, 2014
Just Give Your…..
"the heart has reasons that reason cannot know.."
blaise pascal
and that's enough…
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
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