Moving through the restless ego and the dearest friend of a lifetime in spirit . The journey of the creative heart unfolding , it’s whims and battles within the mind and soul breathing . It is the dance and awakening and release that fuels yearnings . in the deepest, slow breath intimacy with a mystery is realized in the creation of art and use of words . Together they sing . 
Immersed within your power , swept up by it’s swirling energy of love and wishes , anguish and courage . It’s ending transforms the spirit . The moments that we are given …to build upon our wisdom and enrich our hearts with spiritual freedom .
do we bring them into action or observation ? Or both ? Do we welcome them into our hearts to live ? Or are they pushed into places of dispute and into corners to grow cobwebs and carried like a weight ?
These moments given to us as magnificent beauties slip away quietly . And a precious few grab hold and let them be sweet . The others will appear when it’s required . So thank you dear moment . You are dear. 
New and original works of art by Barbara L. Chapman to be shown at the
Dorothy A. Little Gallery inside of Trinity Parish . Located at 609 8th Ave. Seattle 98104 .
Opening reception to be held on February 25th at 12:30 pm .
‘INNER VISION’
The wild so real it’s beautiful . It runs so deep that all the thorns have fallen away and turned into dust . As it opens up , stretching ever wider , it’s magnificence will envelop your heart . There may be a song to ignite the stirrings or a lullaby to soothe the spirit’s lonely wanderings .
There is joy in the beautiful , wild road . It seeks for you all the while that you sleep . And it holds your heart so dear that the comfort that you feel becomes real . Feel the lightness in the touch of the stars when they dance in your eyes . It’s an invitation to twirl with all of your heart.
The beautiful , wild road will show you the magnificence that is you . 
The sounds of gentle humming , sweet and clear , fill the empty spaces .
How were we to know that you were leaving us so soon ?
YOUR love and honor was alive in each breath but I didn’t know your name .
Dedication to a future in your vision crushed in the blink of someone else’s eye .
The ache that has been left in your place so raw , so completely exposed .
Your name won’t be forgotten but I’d rather not know it .
You were here to live and to love . Cry over losses and laugh with your heart .
Your sweet hums in the hallways will echo in the vacant spaces forever .
It lends itself your fears .
Deeper still a light shines through and forgives the tears .
Yearning to know compassion ,
learning to know …
Is this freedom ?
When the Spirit is Free
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