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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 .

Dreams

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Thunderous dreams spilling out into the room  waking up no one until the dawn . The arrival is calm and might have gone unnoticed except for the dreams .  Sweeping about the space as if on a tear and gathering up as much insight as possible .  The dreams chose to be in charge on this day although they may be silent on the morrow .

 

Open Door

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Very deliberately  the handle was turned  and the door was about to be  opened .  Would there be a view on the other side , perhaps ,  of an ocean , sparkling blue in the brightest sunshine ?  Or might it be the sight of couples dancing ? Twirling seductively and exuberantly moving their feet  in rhythms  that celebrate every breath .

Once the door is opened will the sight to behold be of a majestic  mountain with rugged , snow covered peaks ?  Standing in their strength  and proclaiming their  longevity they entice the imaginations of passers by .  Or will  the view be a blackened sky revealing hints of it’s treasures in the twinkling lights we call stars ?

Leave the door open , at least  a crack or more , so that the treasures may find you . 

 

The Owl in the Night

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The quietness  in the night soothes the restlessness at times .  It calls to the thoughts not usually heard in the day . Their significance finds a voice and a chance to be lived . One such  night  awake  thinking that I was alone I heard a sound .  It was deep and a bit rhythmic  .  Unaccustomed to this sound and , for that matter , of thinking of owls being near by I was questioning my own ears .  Nope , It really was an Owl .  My heart began beating a little faster with delight . It was also a comfort . Suddenly I had a middle of the night friend sharing the stillness and darkness . I began wondering which tree had been chosen for perching . I began imagining paintings of Owls that I might create .  I began feeling quite comforted by this owl .

His calls in night carried on for a few weeks .  I looked forward to them . And when they stopped  …just as suddenly as they began  I said a bittersweet goodbye and thanked life for the unexpected treasures that it brings . Every now and again I awake  up in the night and listen for the owl that might have  returned .