Author Archives: blchapman

About blchapman

Born with the soul of an artist and nurtured by my drive to explore the world and to know 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 .

Restlessness and How to Be

What stirs in your heart ? Is it quiet when speaking or roaring with might ?  Does the notion of having a solid foundation from which to spring  from dictate your steps ?  The restlessness in my heart seems to arrive in waves .  And when I walk among trees , stopping every so often  to witness their life , I am soothed .  I may gently a palm  of my hand against a trunk pausing to quietly be with a tree .

 

A Wrong Step

Walking swiftly past a person clinging to thread bare clothes .  Slow your steps a bit this time and see in the mirror . It’s another version of you .   The bank card in your wallet or purse opens doors for you and well deserved , we know  .  The man , woman or child holding the sign that reads ” Please help ” has entered a place , perhaps , foreign to you .  A wrong step and all support is gone if it was ever there at all .

Human to human and heart to heart . It goes by in a flash .

Forgive the person huddled and hand outstretched  and forgive yourself  if you can’t understand . 

Freeeeeeeee

The silly needs space to be free .  It is a way of healing old , emotional wounds . A way of releasing the weight of needless burdens . It is a way of opening the path to spontaneity   and that is where limitless thinking is born .

Self imposed barriers …where are they born ?  From the fears of adults  that we were your caregivers when you were young ?  The teachers that intimidated  you in school ? From the people  that told you that your ideas were  foolish ?

Free to choose the direction , free from the past and free from tomorrow .  Where  the  heart yearns to go is where I must follow .