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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 .

Free Amongst the Trees

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Quiet courage and comfort amongst the trees and when in need go to them and breathe . They hold your ancestors  stories and in this life will nourish yours .

A light touch of my hand against  the ancient strength  of the trees  and in the stillness of the moment I can see .  I can see with my heart and know what it is to be free .

There  is a flow in the wisdom of the trees and a  power misunderstood by men . When standing amongst the trees , deep breath in , close yours eyes and feel .  Feel a rhythm  of life that is sacred …oh  so dear .

It does not discriminate  or hate .  It  calls for you to come and be the courageous one . The comfort of the trees is longstanding and free .  In the quiet of the trees is where  you will know what is real .

A Peaceful Heart

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The power in your mind designs a new step while you rest . A step of boldness and beauty both folding in on each other  and  forming a star  in the heavens above . The freedom to be  or  to turn the other way  around   or the freedom to delve deeply into mystery and then  leave the page blank …a choice and it’s free .

To know fully what’s in your heart , and I do mean fully , then you are a step closer to being free.  The moments  that seem to disappear will remain with your heart if you were present  though not free and the moments that are reciprocal in the upper world of love will lift a mind into healing .

There is a peaceful heart that can be born again and again ….and again .  It is a choice  and it is free .

Mon Coeur

Lightly Intertwined

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In the eyes there is something and when I pause  inside of a look we are lightly intertwined . In a moment a stranger might become recognizable as friend since we shared woes and laughter and isn’t  that beautiful ?

In a moment I’ve become lightly intertwined in the music  that calls to a place in the past and in the dreams of what is yet be realized  . Is it inside of an airport cafe with fellow travelers  whose thoughts are , for a moment , removed from the hurrying  and weary mind ? Lightly intertwined long enough to feel the others humanity .

Alone on the edge of the shore , water creating a dance,  and summoning an internal hymn   to be sung to nature . Surrendering to the rhythms  of the waves so that I may be lightly intertwined .

And it is within each breath and heartbeat that we are all lightly intertwined .

Put Down the Sword

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To She , or , he that has an internal war raging having started long ago …may I offer you a chance to put down the sword . To know that you are enough and you need not fight for every step . Allowing a natural flow won’t weaken you strength  . Leaving some of the old paradigms to become dust and accepting a new view could be sweet , could be kind and then begin anew .

Fear of the Silences

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The silences that come to us are a gift .  An invitation to know ourselves and to become intimate

with the deep knowing that we are a piece of something greater than ourselves .  Winds moving

the branches of the trees in a wild dance  ,  calm , limpid waters soothing to see  and a bird

launching into flight all living within your breath .

The silences that frighten do not claim to be  the cause . The ancient memories that  lie

dormant  in our hearts and the truth of our intentions and dreams that help our  hearts to beat

are what we’ve  become fearful of knowing . Knowing deeply , so deeply that thinking of the

depths of the ocean would be like a raindrop  falling against your cheek in a storm .

I wonder ….does one must step away to know ?