The first time I came home with a two feet by three feet canvas, I believed I wouldn’t be able to paint this large. Did I have it in me? What is “it” anyways? White-washed canvas taunted. Blank space stared back with beady eyes. Who was I to do this? Who was I to paint? All the old stories came sweeping in: Art is a luxury Isn’t there something better to spend time on? How is change made with the stroke of a brush? Then, I heard from the depth of my being Do not be afraid. Do it anyway….
Dear friends, Thank you for following me and reading my posts. Each year, I take a break around this time to give myself a bit of a Sabbath. I’ll be back sometime in July with more creative poetry. Blessings to you this day. Ally One scrumptious morning, a dawn of rose-colored sun and wildflowers popping, Curiosity and Imagination sat togetheron a rainbow quilt sipping their teawhile a light rain drizzled. They chattered onabout all things sparkly,eating their way throughgreen veggies and rich chocolatenot concerned with the time of dayor the conditions of weather. They loved to ask each other questionsbecause…
There is nothing new about this message found better penned in the likes of Walden, The Summer Day, Desiderata*, but (maybe) in this inhale you need it (maybe) at your next blink this note will float near and the words will fall over you like a salve to the tired in your bones (maybe) you’ve forgotten about the elixir of living that is yours to taste (here goes) Let us live for today — a slate of possibilities Let us listen to our favorite song — bass high, cruising down the road Let us dance in the kitchen — a…
– Dedicated to my friend Petra I have a canvas in my studio space, large, four feet by five feet, leans against the wall, too large for any easel, a monstrosity to handle Quite by accident, one day, I find myself on my knees painting, swept into unlikely prayer, marking — my colorful story — rhythms of the moon — thresholds to cross This is where She finds me Call her what you will — Mother Divine Sacred Feminine Mary, Eve, Wisdom (Proverbs 8) Spirit Woman Whoever she is, She persists in Her Love revealing all the nuances of Scripture…
Today, I’m pleading that we get a bit more creative with the phrase “Boys will be boys” and shift it to something hopeful for our growing young men.
