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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 .

Ancient Light

The moon rise slides into place .  It’s  light inviting and inspiring .  It commands your energy into new and ancient places .  Is it deep sleep or restlessness that it brings ?  It’s glow could you bring you home  some night . And to a home that seemed vaguely absent it may help you to meet  once again  .  On those rare nights when it catches  hold of you , when you didn’t see it coming , and it takes one of your breathes away and you loose the insignificance bits . In that second there is freedom .  Illumination in degrees is , at times , surprising .  It may be necessary to decide to welcome the bright light and it’s warmth . It is there  waiting  to know your soul’s answer is yes . Yes to ancient light from stars long gone and yes to steering along a path set in motion when your first breath had begun .

……To be continued 

In The Dead of Night

In the deep  quiet of the night there  used to  live an endless invitation to set your spirit to soaring .  A time set aside  for discovery and an opportunity to break the boldest or the most  mysterious bonds holding onto you .

Now in the dead  of the night are  the  children . Children that did not  ask for this life . Children being criminalized  simply  for being alive . Children being  whisked through airports like some strange secret , like a lie .

The wailing ,  the visceral sounds of the wailing of the innocent  babes and their Mamas being torn apart will follow these men in charge to their graves . They don’t know it yet . But it will . Haunting a spirit  for evermore will be the suffering caused by the deeds of men with no heart and no soul .

When Integrity Lies Still

Beating heart Be awakened and fully rise in your integrity . Beating my chest like the Gorilla behind the bars in the Zoo’s engineered  habitat .  Courage comes alive in the pulsing flow of your blood once you hear the cries of harmful tragedies by design . When integrity lies still and turns away from humanity is when humanity is no more . And when  integrity  opens it’s eyes to see that is when life becomes compassion which is blind to the differences  between you and me .

The Eye of the Heart

It Is Possible

It is possible to choose to break an old rhythm and know freedom from bigotry and loosen the grip of  hate .

It is possible to  choose to break an old rhythm and exercise your mind removed from mass  media  and discover a few moments of truth  in the quiet  .

It is possible to choose to break old rhythms of  fear that are false  in  favor of  trust and are born in compassion .

It is possible to choose to break an old rhythm of judgement and in it’s place welcome  the peace that understanding brings .

it is possible to choose  to break an old rhythm of hearing only  the answer that your mind wants to hear and rather listen free from the notions planted long ago .

It is possible to see each other  through the tender, forgiving   eyes  of the heart free from the chains of distrust .

It is a gift that I offer to you  today and every day forward  . i choose to place my thoughts , words and deeds on watch so that I WILL DO NO HARM .

 

 

Break Free

Light appears and while  dancing it beckons .  Flowing into a rhythm  it’s grace wraps around

any broken bits and draws out  all humanness .  The beauty and the wild rawness reside by side

by side . Nurturing the love is how they  each survive  …….