Category Archives: Art

We Can Be Changed

It may begin innocently enough . A moment in which something catches our attention. We pause and look a little longer , we give it some thought and then more . And then we may begin seeking out more information or more of the ” something ” that we were drawn to and connected with so unexpectedly . This is the start of expanding our awareness . This is the start of welcoming something new whether an idea , a change in perspective or incorporating a new routine into our lives . One that is calming for the mind and nervous system . One that is a freedom from angst and anger .

In a moment suddenly there is a realization that we have a choice . We can , step by step , moment by moment , choose to pause before angst takes us over in any given moment . Breathe deeply , slow down your mind and soothe your nervous system gently . This lovely , challenging life goes by quickly and when we notice how differently we feel about life , about ourselves , when we are calm and compassionate in any circumstance . Kindness comes more easily . Peace begins within you as well as outside of you .

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Ready

I am ready for a life of love and joy flowing

I am puing down he angst and walking away .

In the creative process I am transformed and this piece I feel it is especially evident . It had a bit of a roughg start and as I layered colors and in some areas removed color it came to life beautifully .

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Healing Our Hunger

Imagery and Poetry for Ending Food Insecurity

By Barbara L. Chapman

Freedom to Be with Gentle Breezes and Birdsongs

The air is refreshingly cool this morning even though the sun is bright . I savor and relish in this mornings when I don’t have to go rushing off .

The morning quietness is a freedom all its own . Freedom from the harsh sounds of this world’s man made demands . Freedom society’s pushes and pulls . Freedom from the dictates of ego and one’s not your own .

Awakening gently into a new day of birdsongs dancing through the air and with light , cool breezes ever so subtly caressing the awakening joy of the freedom to just be .

The toils and turbulence of yesterday’s work day are nearly gone and in its place a quiet, deep peace .

What is freedom if it is not to awaken every day knowing that you can be who your are .

Gentle breezes and birdsongs and loving contemplation is my freedom today .

Circumstances

A dance with changing circumstances ,

a drain or a lift ? A reestablishment of sense of self and finding one’s footing once

again.

Not for the faint of heart yet as we move through that which we fear in time it

is transformed into the familiar .

A dance with identity perceived by the inner self and interpretations of how we think

the world views us .

It’s the perceptions that we hold onto with fierceness can cause the most discomfort .

Is it habit or real ? If it is habit that doesn’t make it any less real .

Dancing through circumstances may feel more like trudging through mud in moments

of fear …all it takes is one moment and then you feel like your home and the comfort is

real .

Water’s Edgde

Calls to the soul at waters edge ,

she welcomes what we are beyond our present knowing .

Calls to what we know as wildness is freedom in the space of grace .

Calm and reflective waters flow and all the while wild winds blow .

And in this moment of aloneness is the timeless connection to all life .

Calls from the heart, songs in the soul and hymns from the sea are in harmony .

And in every breath carried to the stars are dreams of love for evermore .

The Winter’s Dream

The longest night has come and the light slows it’s beating heart . Rest into your dreams and warm your spirit with peaceful twirls turning into sleep .

The longest night has come and brings promises of new light . Lean into the winter’s darkness and feel the quiet inside of your heart’s sight .

The longest night has come and sings lightly to awaken your patience and creates stirrings of hope .

The longest night has come and invites you warm yourself in a blanket and to tenderly create visions of whats to come .

In View

It’s so often right in view . The glorious beauty and mystery of life interwoven with past, present and future into one thread . That thread connects us all . The layers of living moving through time and space as one and yet still all at once .

The beauty and the mystery forever intertwined in each breath .

The Wild Waves Bring Me Home