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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 .

The Red Robin on the Path

Each step down the hall was light so that the cold floor just barely teased her bare feet .

Warm cup of tea in hand she headed towards a sweater .  The raucous sounds of the winds

had quieted a bit now and the tension in the air had dissipated .

She began humming nothing in particular and it was , after all , absentminded .

The preparations for an outing continued .  The anticipation for having an adventure  was

revealing itself in the beats of her heart .  The well worn softness of her favorite sweater being

pulled down over her head was comforting and brought a smile to her face . “Mmmmm….” as

she stretched .  A light heartedness came over her and her thoughts became  most optimistic .

Pausing at the window nearest  to her bed …” how are the birds doing in all of this wind ? ” she

thought . ” They know what to do .  An internal , ancient guidance  alive and well in their veins

unlike humans with so much left to the fickle fate of wants and desires . ”   She twirled  and

twirled  again  humming louder and her feet warm with woolen socks .

THUD .  She jumped , just a little . A small rock had been kicked up by a random wind and hit a

window pane .

……to be continued

A Red Robin on the Path …..

The winds picked up  strength  and caused the window panes to rattle fiercely  .  A shiver ran up

her spine  as a small gasp escaped from in between her lips .  This morning’s outing was

seeming to evolve into a challenge  .  The tea was ready and  she cliched the cup  ,  mellowing

with the  warmth , feeling soothed and her spirit  revived  .  ” I could loose myself in a day such

as this one ”  she said aloud absentmindedly  .

Can you loose yourself in the wanderings  of the heart ? Or is that exactly when

you find yourself ?       Now back to our story ….

Glancing down the hall she caught sight of her fine , woolen scarf .  A deep purple , soft and

with a  delicate weave of subtle earth tones interspersed .  Perfect for today’s outing .

The enthusiasm  for the new day was ignited in her spirit by her love of the unknown alongside

the comforts of home .  “Snap to it ! ” she thought . Time to get ready or this day will be gone !

…….to be continued

 

 

A Red Robin on the Path : I Awoke Inside of a Dream…continued

As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .

Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later  a  bit of rustling amongst the trees

outside  had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language  all  of

their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against  them ? ”  Slowly her head  turned towards the

kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees .  Suddenly …

A  powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up .   Startled , just a bit , she turned her

attention towards the kettle .  Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down

and just then the steam set off the whistle .

Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm  .

 

To be continued ….

 

A Red Robin on the Path : I Awoke Inside of a Dream

The morning arrived in an unbearably bright way for someone who had been deeply

Sleeping,  One eye slowly opened so as to take a peek about .  ” Alright then ” she thought as

she opened the  other one with caution .  All seemed well so she stretched and wriggled and

yawned . Images of  tree branches were cast upon the walls  by the light and a particularly

vocal bird was trumpeting with , what could only be described as ,  urgency .

She began taking stock of her thoughts and intentions for the day ahead .  She dared

to wonder , just for a second ,  if this day would bring adventure .

…….to be continued

 

The Mind , Heart and Spirit Speak ; http://chapman-art.com

Stirring the Instincts

I  must have dozed off  while birds were singing .  Sweet and lively  sounds acting like a

serenade  .  Their stories filled the air  and comforted me into sleep .

Awakened by rustling as the winds began blowing . Stronger and stronger they grew

and stirring up the instincts as they do .   Memories from all the storms that have come  and

then have gone .

Then there is quiet and there is calm .

I do choose a beautiful , wild road and in between …. a bit of rest .

 

With Out a Promise

The heart still sings  ,

The mind continues to  seek

with out a promise of a warm bed .

And the lovingly prepared  meal is missing

while the presence  of the feeling of a heaven is absent …

And still the Soul grows with  faith and with the song of laughter .

 

 

Move Outside of Your Circle

Source: Move Outside of Your Circle

Move Outside of Your Circle

Today I heard of a man who has studied our habit of living within a set circle .  Many of us rarely

venturing beyond the circle on our own .  Instantly , it spoke to my heart .  I was suddenly

excited to hear more .

Is  the inclination to push  past my own boundaries a thread  in my genetics ?  Some may say it’s

a flaw in personality  . Restelessness  of foolishness  .

I say it’s joy !

Wanderings   spontaneous or planned ,   close to home or far away ,  brighten the heart’s  way .

This man  that I heard today , he found his way to experience life outside of his circle .

Hooray !