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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 .

Healing

When the broken bits arise from your heart  and ask for healing will you welcome them ?   Love them  and  accept them  and then the peace will come .  in time , more and more , the peace of acceptance and love will grow  .

Every part of yourself deserves the healing of  love .  The freedom to live in the sureness of acceptance and generosity  . When the heart is open and with out self imposed  restraints  the beauty of living flows like a glorious  river .  Healing and abundant  lifting us all into a state of grace .

The Beautiful Bluebird

The weightiness  of  living  with lists  and must do and need to and then ….. pause .  A beautifully quiet moment slips into place and envelopes your heart .  A smile born from the timelessness of spirit breathes new life into a vision so joyous and free that it can dance with trees and then twirl amongst the stars .

The call of a bluebird is heard before it is seen and swoops out of a tree and flies overhead flashing it’s brilliant blue .  I can see it another tree now and I gently move closer just to see .  It is a beautiful vision on a cold , grey day and it’s as if it came say ” The beauty of life is always here in each breath and pause . It’s only you that goes away some days . ”

The Unspoken Wound

Born lovingly then instantly removed .  Six weeks later in a home with a mother unaccustomed to affection and unconditional love .  Dear heart she did not know .  I loved her freely and as if she were my own .  The thought of a wound in my heart  from birth did not cross my thoughts . Ever.

Fifty years , and then some , have passed and It is now that I am choosing to cross a threshold into fearless exploration and acceptance of a wound in my heart from birth .

To know that a fierce and passionate love for my whole being is the means by which the empty space in my heart will be healed . The friend , the romance  and the adventure are magnificent  pieces of the whole and the only completion  of filling the space in my heart must come from the fiercest and most courageous  love imaginable  and it must come from me .

Going into the Silence

The comfort of silence may be a very loving space . Beyond the fear , beyond the doubts  it will slowly welcome you and ease away the burdens of commotion  on the run . It becomes like  the stillness offered by a winter’s snow . A bit worrisome at first and then as you surrender to it’s beauty , it’s quietness  your muscles begin to relax .  Thoughts are calm and the desire to be cozy with our mind , body and spirit as one is welcome and , perhaps , a relief .

What do you hear in the quiet ? In the silence ?  Do you hear your dreams and remember  what love  means ?

Going into the silence is it’s own reward . A freedom as well as an exploration . One and the same .  The cage is fear and we easily build our cages out of noise . The fear of hearing our longings and of recognizing wounds placed upon us by others . We must love our wounds in order to free them and we only hear them in the silence .  I am learning to love  the silence as it guides me to learning to love myself .

The Freedom of Surrender

I surrender to the passions and longing of the creative processes planted in my spirit .  The seeds planted long ago before I knew myself and before I knew the freedom of surrender .

She calls to me at all hours and asks only that I listen . And when I listen I am moved to create and to give and to explore .  Step outside of what you’ve grown accustomed to and outside of judgment  placed upon you  and travel inside the the infinite spaces of your heart .

See the stars and bright lights of planets set into motion before you were a whisper …or were you a whisper in the life of a star and now here you are .

The beauty in your  kindness echoes throughout the ages and the love that flows freely from your heart is felt throughout the world beyond any measurement  known to man .

‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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