Winter’s sleep has reached it’s end rain showers bring life to the land everywhere green begins to appear shyly waiting for skies to clear the earth is waking beneath my feet the clouds slowly begin their retreat with the sun, birds begin to sing welcoming the first rays of Spring
Digital collage from my rapidly-becoming-out-of-control Canva stash
This is not a pearl necklace but a strand of memories each more precious than the last Layer upon shimmering layer each covering a tiny seed of discontent, making it a bit more bearable
This is not an apron but a sacred mother’s mantle for it baked up magic cookies to soothe my little fears as Grandma gently kissed me and with that apron wiped away my tears
Beauty in the layers pearls of a mother’s wisdom truth lies deep within the grit love in every crease and fold of Grandma’s sacred mantle treasured secrets wrapped in layers of love and life
Dusky rose and cerulean blue pastel backdrops of fading light against frilly tendrils of clouds I await the coming of the night Up where the wind blows the clouds until they billow and furl twixt starlight and daybreak lies a magical world Where there’s barely a day and hardly no night there are beings of shadow and stunning creatures of light where dragons silently drift across Easter egg skies and then disappear in the blink of an eye
The dawn this morning was all pastel pink buttermilk clouds against the bright blue of morning. Shades like the Easter eggs we colored as kids, delicate and gentle. Like you.
Have you ever watched the wind. The way the trees dance to it’s song and leaves flutter around giggling as wind tickles them about. Have you ever smelled the hint of rain on an evening breeze or the first whiff of salt air on the beach. I love when the wind blows through my hair, like it is cleansing me, blowing away my heartache. The wind from thousands of Starlings’ wings shake the walls, a powerful reminder of the strength in numbers. And when the wind propels the rain and snow, I am safe and warm watching in wonder at the diverse power of air and wind.
He loved music and wanted to bring music to the world and help us understand it’s deeper meaning. He taught me to look for the message inside the lyrics and deeper in the music itself. He wanted to be a D.J., but instead he died on a Friday night alone in his car. The silence in my soul is almost unbearable.
The nights stretch out too long and it seems like nothing changes as I watch the midnight sky waiting for the sun to rise beyond this endless twilight tears begin to fall again
The pain is real and I weep, but I remember all the fun we had the good times and the bad though this chapter of our story now has reached it’s end I still smile when I think of you
Shadows of sorrow in the canyons of our lives ran vast and deep somehow we always made it through the three of us hand in hand, and I know that the sun will shine again I’ll smile when I think of you
I’m so sorry that you’re gone but I remember life goes on though we can’t be together I’ll keep you in my heart forever I know that you’re happy once again so smile for me now and then
I have recently been working with the Lokah Samastah Sukhino Bhvantu mantra. Translated into English it means “May all beings everywhere be happy and free.” There is longer translation of the mantra I’ve seen that expanded my understanding. “May all beings everywhere be happy and free and may the thoughts, words and actions of my own life contribute in some way to that happiness and freedom.” Beautiful, right?
This mantra fits so well into my life. Let’s face it as humans, our relationship with the natural world can be complex. I watch the sparrows at my bird feeder and remember that my daily ritual of feeding the birds (feeders go out in the morning and come in after dinner) is much more important to me than to them. I take such delight in the precious little winged beings at my feeder that I am reminded every day to be as good a steward of my blessings as I can. To treat the Earth and all her creatures with love and respect.
March Art Journal prompts, I don’t necessarily do all twelve, I kind of pick and choose, but I usually get about eight done. Art journaling is a whole lot of fun. 🙂
My lake froze solid this winter with sub-zero temperatures not normally found in this part of the world. We watched the ducks ice skating. The lake was smooth with crystalline textures and leaves held in stasis, captured in the glassy layer like silk garlands. It was frigid and beautiful and perfect. A reminder that Winter is a time for rest and reflection, a time to come to grips with this year’s changes. Today I gaze out the window where the bright sunshine coaxes the buds on the trees to bloom. Today, the sun shines bright, my garden beckons and Sun god grows restless.
Feelings shift like oceans beneath the frozen ice glaciers of emotions pain too long denied struggle against the cold mind closed against the truth pressures build, exploding in a single tear of glacier blue