Category Archives: Joy

Life in a Single Drop from My Heart

The strength  and lightness of a sprit’s new life ,

Beauty to behold against the dark  while the birth  is given  in the light .

In moments of fading and flickering  with exposure to the old life 

while progressing  to climb craggy cliffs .

footholds uncertain here and there while reaching with the fearlessness of something known as  faith .

The eyes of this new life has wings kept out of sight  and  to look up in a vision when you are free .

Should you choose to live from that place in the heart,

 the spirit’s new life 

in your hand you will hold .

'Jewel of Life'    Acrylic 18x17"

‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″

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The Light of Paris

2016-10-07-11-30-35                    A train ride so swift and me, a sleepy soul .  Like a child whose enthusiasm burns so high and then flickers away .  The motion of the train lulls me into sleep .

When was the last time I was alone in a foreign city ?  Was I ever …really ?  Hard to recall  now .  I love the newness ! And yet it feels old .  Old in that companion sort of a way .  Ha ha !  There is no getting lost when I am always near .

The city is alive  and yet somber too .  This world has taken it’s toll on you and me too .

Walking within a city is to know her . Letting the crevices of warmth  reveal themselves alongside the nudges of grandeur and  completing one chapter .

It is delightful that I’ve come upon  two of the experiences I’ve hoped for on the first day . The river Seine and a clear view of the Tour Eiffel . Oui ! Oui !  I walk across the river going from the right to the left bank and back again .

Nearly as delightful is winding my back to my Paris flat . . I didn’t get lost , hardly skipped a beat trusting my intuition .

Oooh la la ! I notice men noticing me in that subtle way the nicer ones do .  And so around the  corner I went  to sit outside at a cafe with a hot cup Ceylon tea and listened to my surroundings .Paris has welcomed me .

Wild Hope

I’ve learned that it does not suit me too well to sit in the quiet of hope but , rather , to be in the wild of it .  This is not to say that there isn’t  great value in quieting the mind . There is , there truly  is .   There are those delicious times when hope lives it’s mightiest in the doing , in the wild side , the wild side of hope .

'Jewel of Life' Acrylic 18x17"

‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″

The Door

Will you walk along with me ….towards the door ?

Yes  I will .

I will hold your hand . will you hold mine ?

Yes I will .

Oh wait !  Just a moment  . I’m suddenly not so sure .  If you’re scared then I’m scared too .

what to do ? What to do ? !

Gentle smiles and quiet glances soothed away the fears .  For now…  the way was clear .

I could only go as far as the door .  You had to do the rest .

Stepping back to let you go  and  leaving tears  upon your cheek .

Our adventure began long ago  and the time has come to start again .

Sweet peace to you .'Out of the Storm'    soft chalk pastel   2012 #10

Deeply in the Heart

It may be a difficult road to feel things so deeply , but also a magnificent one .

2037-10-04 09.18.27There is an inexplicable sorrow that visits the heart at times . In a moment it appears like going around  bend in the road and ….. suddenly beholding the sight of a mountain seeming  larger than life . It appears and can be manipulated away  if we choose .

What if we open the door and walk right into it ?  Perhaps it is the past .  The moments that we let slide by without giving  recognition to their  beauty or pain .

Wherever they came from embrace them .  Embrace them and breathe them in so as to experience the sweet release of freedom . Now live and breathe out  while feeling the arrival of luscious laughter and joy .  Joy needing no reason for being . It simply is there for you .  

 

Boundless

I belong to the birds and to the trees

And to the flowers and the sky .

and to the bees and to the dreams ,

And the rivers and the streams .

I belong to the mountains and the rolling hills

And to the stars in the sky .

My beginning  knows no bounds .

Endings become beginnings  become endings become beginnings .

 

'Beauty going In'  oil pastel   2012

‘Beauty going In’
oil pastel 2012