van morrison is singing in my studio......

do you have a room in your house that ''centers" you? my studio does that for me. i frequently come here to just sit quietly...to just...be....

today was the first day i've actually worked in my studio in a long...long while.....and i must say....it felt good....

i'm working on a necklace ......

......for me...... a welcome home present.........

an attachment to sweetness

“the honey in the flower or lotus does not crave for bees…they do not plead with the bees to come. since they have tasted the sweetness…they themselves search for the flowers and rush in. they come because of the attachment between themselves and sweetness. So…too…is the relationship between the woman who knows the limits and the respect she evokes…”

~ sri sathya sai baba

...a cosmic dance

"when we are alone on a starlit night... when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat...when we see children in a moment when they are really children... when we know love in our own hearts... or when... like the japanese poet... Basho... we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash ... at such times the awakening... the turning inside out of all values... the "newness"... the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident... all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance."

~Thomas Merton

....on this overcast spring saturday

i glimpsed my own "cosmic dance".....

....powerful beyond measure

"our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

it is our light... not our darkness... that most frightens us.

we ask ourselves... who am i to be brilliant... gorgeous... talented and fabulous?

actually... who are you not to be?

you are a child of God.

your playing small doesn't serve the world.

we were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

it's not just in some of us... it's in everyone.

and as we let our own light shine...

we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

as we are liberated from our own fear...

our presence automatically liberates others."

~Marianne Williamson

.................awesome!

i love not man less....but nature more

"there is pleasure in the pathless woods

there is rapture in the lonely shore

there is society where none intrudes

by the deep sea and music in its roar

i love not man the less

but nature more."

~ lord byron

....our hearts say we're friends.......

"our roots say we're sisters....our hearts say we're friends..."

~ unk

purple in my heart......

this spot of jackmanii in my yard gladdens my heart..........

there is a purple finch who has her nest here beneath the purple flowers...

i love that.........

happy mother's day mom

"my mom is a never ending song in my heart

of comfort, happiness, and being. i may sometimes

forget the words....but i always remember the tune."

~graycie harmon

happy mother's day mom

sending you hugs and kisses on the wind....

....like riding a bicycle

"life is like riding a bicycle...

in order to keep your balance...

you must keep moving."

~albert einstein

my apologies

i know i've been mia...

but...now...i think i'm ready

to climb back on life's bicycle

and keep moving...

they say...

once you learn to ride a bike

you never forget...

hoping it the same

with life...

with eyes that know the darkness in my soul....

Starry, starry night.

Paint your palette blue and grey,

Look out on a summer's day,

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills,

Sketch the trees and the daffodils,

Catch the breeze and the winter chills,

In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,

Swirling clouds in violet haze,

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.

Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,

Weathered faces lined in pain,

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,

But still your love was true.

And when no hope was left in sight

On that starry, starry night,

You took your life, as lovers often do.

But I could have told you, Vincent,

This world was never meant for one

As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.

Portraits hung in empty halls,

Frameless head on nameless walls,

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.

Like the strangers that you've met,

The ragged men in the ragged clothes,

The silver thorn of bloody rose,

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,

How you suffered for your sanity,

How you tried to set them free.

They would not listen, they're not listening still.

Perhaps they never will...

~Don McLean

i sit.....

wrapped in a blanket....

under this gorgeous moon...

the twinkling light of a thousand stars...

humming this song...

with the background music...

of crickets...

and night birds....

and i am smitten

by the beauty

of this night.

the sound of water

"you will always find an answer

in the sound of water"

~ chuang tzu

kitty litter heaven.....

six yards of mulch........i've died and gone to kitty litter heaven......

nature's graffiti

"weeds are nature's graffiti."

~Janice Maeditere

remembering the innocence

of tiny parachutes

cast across the yard

with a mighty

blow

circles never end

"if you love someone

put their name in a circle

because hearts can be broken

but circles never end"

~unk

windows of the soul

"to look into the eyes of someone beholding beauty

is to look through the windows of the soul

anytime we catch a glimpse of soul

beauty is there

anytime we catch our breath

and feel.... "how beautiful!"

the soul is present"

~Jean Shinoda Bolen

a glimpse into the window of anne's soul.......

beautiful person

beautiful artist

...beautiful

a cup of blessing........

"never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful

for beauty is God's handwriting

a wayside sacrament

welcome it in every fair face

in every fair sky

in every flower

and thank God

for it as a cup of blessing"

~ralph waldo emerson

hippity hoppity...........

journey with a soaring spirit

"let your mind start a journey thru a strange new world

leave all thoughts of the world you knew before

let your soul take you where you long to be

close your eyes

let your spirit start to soar

and you'll live

as you've never lived before."

~ erich fromm

still journeying to where i'm supposed to be....

namaste

the flame bowed.....

i gaze upon this group

of women
in a circle
illuminated

by candle flame
these awe inspiring artists
their creative energy
whispers

my name
joined by the web
of our stories
these amazing entities
a pack

now
witnessing this wonder
the flame

bowed

dancing in yellow........

"whenever i wear yellow.......

i know why daffodils

dance........."

~ marjolein bastin

the daffodils around my cherry tree

have morphed into this new flower....

welcome...little one.....