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About blchapman

Born with the soul of an artist and nurtured by my drive to explore the world and the human spirit . As a young adult I turned my attentions towards the culinary arts. It provided an outlet for creativity while providing for my material needs.As the years went by I came to realize that I was, in part ,denying the artist within due to fear and not wanting to be my mother's competitor.After escorting my mother through her end of life journey as her primary caregiver I came to realize that life is short and precious and I could no longer deny what and who I am. I am an Artist. An explorer . A lover of life .

Spring Joyously Returns

The lasting light stretching outward into evening inviting delight .

Coolness along aside bright sunshine and twirling sounds from birds before light

inspiring joy and a light heart .

Inspiring a yearning to stay awake later into the night and glance at the stars sparkling

in the deep , dark sky .

Spring joyously returns and like a lovely waltz it twirls life around out of the winter

slumber and into new beginnings .

Happy Spring !

Spring

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The light arriving earlier now and lingering longer . Renewing , refreshing and inviting new inspirations for change .

Stellar Jay’s appear with their eye catching brilliant blue and the song birds delicate sounds float through the air .

A breezy chill in a symphony of sunlight both playful and hopeful eases the day into evening and a happy rest .

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Spring

The light arriving earlier now and lingering longer . Renewing , refreshing and inviting new inspirations for change .

Stellar Jay’s appear with their eye catching brilliant blue and the song birds delicate sounds float through the air .

A breezy chill in a symphony of sunlight both playful and hopeful eases the day into evening and a happy rest .

Circumstances

A dance with changing circumstances ,

a drain or a lift ? A reestablishment of sense of self and finding one’s footing once

again.

Not for the faint of heart yet as we move through that which we fear in time it

is transformed into the familiar .

A dance with identity perceived by the inner self and interpretations of how we think

the world views us .

It’s the perceptions that we hold onto with fierceness can cause the most discomfort .

Is it habit or real ? If it is habit that doesn’t make it any less real .

Dancing through circumstances may feel more like trudging through mud in moments

of fear …all it takes is one moment and then you feel like your home and the comfort is

real .

A Beautiful Respite

It was unexpected . As I walked along a well loved , urban path around a lake I paused . Delicate looking leaves sitting atop the water and the tree above reflected in a beautiful blue . The rich , inspiring colors and shapes all came together in order to create a story . I took a step towards the edge of the water and just slightly removed from the passerby’s . And for a moment was like a magical haven .