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Healing Our Hunger
Imagery and Poetry for Ending Food Insecurity
By Barbara L. Chapman
The Man in the Tower Hiding
A comet soaring through the sky wishing away worries from the earth below .
It’s only for moment .
Fires of the quest for justice burn ….and burn .
And those few that are untouched and are so far away from the pain just scold .
And blame .
The man in the tower hiding the darkness behind false whiteness steals souls and
glows red .
And tosses raw flesh to his spectators .
Unrealized is the relentless power of the will to do right . It won’t stop .
The birth of reawakening in the heart and spirit of warriors in our streets come
together as one .
This battle is not done . 
Stamina 2020
Stamina called forward and on some days it barely stays . It does stay though and thankfully so . Choose to do a new action when it seems as if it might slip away and entice it to return . Deep sigh I can go on now with stamina by by side .
Purpose in each day is a search and rescue mission now . There are days when it appears with grace and ease and oh what a delight That is . And then the days arrive that attempt to steal the joy with the murmurings of lack and questions of now what ?
Gratitude has grown because it’s heard more easily now in the quieter days and nights of a society partly in mourning . The voice of a loved one might visit uplifting the spirit like a bountiful , beautiful garden . It’s the magnificent single moments that linger in the heart. Thankfully the smiles can still be felt and the kindness of stamina remains .
Oh Dear World , I Miss you
How does the adventurer’s soul and spontaneous spirit strive to survive now ? Wings feeling clipped . The physical freedom to roam that used to bring the spontaneous wanderings of the mind and soul now halted . How to replenish and refresh perspectives while staring at the same walls ?
There is a requirement for rest in order to turn around the stress and yet ….the mind is thinking , thinking , thinking . “What’s next ?”
Longing for the days of preparing for a trip . Being ready for the airport or a long road trip . The joy , the excitement of embracing the unknown as much as the known . Feeling safe in the idea that any detours or unforeseen threats would be visible and therefore manageable on any trip . Now it’s invisible and could threaten your life .
The aloneness of solitary travels can set you on course for recognizing love in the connections to all life forces . It can teach you who you are and return you to the precious threads of human connection .
When you step off of an airplane onto unfamiliar ground are you calmed by the new? And excited to begin anew ?
Oh Dear World , I miss you now during Covid 19 . The images on a screen bring little solace because I know you all are struggling too . Our sight will surely be altered by this time of loss and distress . It is an opportunity beyond the anguish .
Will we rise ?
The Stories are Changing Us
Now we come together by staying apart . We take on the role of being a protector of strangers and are a crucial piece of stopping an invisible thief of life . It has brought us to our fear and has brought out our compassion . The aloneness rising from depths previously unknown and communities inventing new ways to show solidarity .
Now we reach out to each other with messages in windows expressing gratitude and teddy bears placed in windows for young children to see . The small moments of the human spirit making itself known in kindnesses which shifts the idea of separateness to oneness . The heartbreak of suffering offering up an opening for acceptance of each other inside of compassion .
Now we have some stillness forced upon us and it asks us to examine just what was all of that busyness for ? We hear the birds songs more clearly than ever and wake slowly easing into the day . Then we turn to thoughts of what will the news bring today and will my loved one’s be safe ? And walking alone amongst the trees each day meditating upon life . And it always ends in love .
‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″
In this Moment Here with Me
We despair over the unknown and yet it is there that we are free . It could cage you
if thats what you choose or set you free to be
in this moment here with me .
We surrender to fear and like an expert jewel thief it robs us of life . It’s not the fear that guides and protects , but the one that steals your heart away .
We live so as to love and to love means to risk it all . Mind , heart and soul .
We despair over the losses of our loves . The family , friends and the ones unknown to us that are suddenly gone from life .
Left to our worries and left with our kind thoughts of hugs and laughter and of days shared in sunshine and in rain .
We touch each other’s existence and must remember that it is so much more . It is not in judgement that lifts a life but in kindness that an eternal thread lives on .
In this moment here with me your life will live on .
Joyousness in this Moment
‘NEW DAWN’ 11×14 chalk pastels 2012 Donation to Bailey Boushay seattle
Awake before the light begins to arise and the spirit is untouched by the world’s woes . The joyousness of innocence dances lightly within the heart and the mind protects these cherished moments . Light reflected through the window and it’s warmth a reminder of the freedom alive in the mind . The quietness and the subtlety of a moment holds within it the miracles of eternity .
The Living Light
I transform the fears into a collection of beautiful , brilliant lights that dance feely into life . They transform the meadows into a plaything of wildflowers and colors . And twirl gently upwards into the sky becoming one with the stars . Life is love and life is one with all .
The Gentle Moments
I remember gentle moments . The moments that simply are peace . The peace that is born in one’s heart and when unleashed it washes away fear . The gentle moments flow around me and within me as comforting as being tucked under warm , soft covers while a storm churns outside . I sometimes must remember to choose those moments over demanding forces of ego .
I remember the lightness of feeling free . Free when my attention is turned towards kindness and free when the dance is with love . 
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