Source: Trees are Sleeping
The slumber of the winter has taken hold and suddenly I am wide awake . In the dark blue sky of the night the comfort takes hold from seeing the beautiful lights abound . Feel yourself lifted up into the universe . It’s as if all of the energy moving through us is about to release itself from the boundaries of the earth and soar . Why do we ever fear ?
In the darkness my soul can see where my eyes cannot . Trust . When I step onto a trail that is new to me there is exhilaration . A sense of wonderment . Again trust , At some point along the way hints of doubt nudge my thoughts . Small pokes here and there . When, after a long time has passed , and I haven’t seen another soul a release is the loveliest of responses . . A deep breath in while looking up into the mighty trees and infinite sky all fears are released . Merriment returns easily to my steps and the joy in living is safe .
Looking Into the night sky I can travel to places in my soul . The seeming darkness illuminates this journey , glimmers and sparkles of light inviting my dreams to the surface .
The beauty in the faintest glow found here and …there , sends my heart into a lovely lull . Once a moment has passed and has wound it’s way through the channels and slopes of concioussness then it’s set free .
Eyes turned upwards , excited to catch glimpses of all the spirits living in the sky . Threads of light drawing us in , drawing us near to each other ,
Meeting in the sky .
Living with my imperfections in the dark only gave them power. Now the freedom comes in waves like the Ocean rushing to the shore and taking away the fears like grains of sand .
Now that you have gone I wonder …
Were you the counter part that allowed me to have patience ?
Now I expect the answers before I know the question .
Did the best parts of me exist because of you ? 
There had been an expectation in my heart that everyone would know my loss. That by some miracle all of the dears in my life would feel the threads of love , of loss and simply know the hurt that I was feeling . I lived on in the hope that I was not moving through the silent upheaval inside of my soul alone .
‘Coming into Being’ chalk pastel 18×24 2/2013 #48
Want to get some more insight on our newest batch of storefront installations in South Lake Union? Shunpike’s new Program Coordinator, Morgan Cahn will be hosting a FREE guided walking tour of the eight current storefronts installations in the SLU neighborhood.
See works by Aitana de la Jara, Rickie Wolfe, Dakota Gearhart, Katherine Noel, Ellen DiCola, k burnley, Rachel Dorn, Diana Surma, Judd Cohen and Erik Rosenbladt!
No Need to Register! Just show up, May 7th, on the corner of Mercer Street and Terry Avenue @ 6pm.
Depression affects up to two thirds of people who have a stroke. For stroke survivors who have children, this can make being a positive parent very difficult.
We have received a submission from Kami, a 10 year old girl from the USA. Kami’s mother sought treatment for post stroke depression.
Kami says:
‘After my mom had her stroke, she got angry more and more and got angry quicker. I was scared when my mom got angry at me, just like a kitten is scared of being put into a car carrier. I would do arts and crafts or play with my stuffed animals and that would help me feel better.
Now, my mom doesn’t get angry like she did at first. And instead of getting stressed, my mom cuddles up with me and we watch Dr. Who together!
I would tell other kids whose mom or dad had a stroke…
View original post 171 more words
I can still hear her voice , kindly yet firm , reminding me to be aware of my posture.
The initial pain , after she was gone , felt like a sucker punch to the gut . How did I not see it coming ? I had , after all , been holding her hand , listening to her accounts of visions in the night and even changing her diapers .
Accepting my grief for what it was , without boundaries , was one lesson that needed learning . Later on came learning how to live and welcome new beginnings. 
blchapman 