In leaps and with great ease when the heart leads . Struggle becomes delight and light fills the
cracks of the bits that seemed broken . A smile slowly begins to open and widen across a
beautiful face . Even in a dim light the eyes are seen and are dancing . A moment of whimsy
opens the way for a life of cherishing joy .
Leaving space for silence and saying yes to thoughts that are unknown,
and before you know it the bridge has been crossed and you are on the other side . It’s how
to find out who you are .
Dear friend , delight in those leaps and see beyond . .
The Mysteries of the forest began opening up . revealing marvelous bits of life . Beautiful ,
winged creatures flying between the trees while vibrantly decorated butterflies danced amongst
the sleeping rocks . The songs of the forest coming together like a chorus .
As she walked her awareness of the unique harmony of forest life expanded
and felt it as an invitation to delve deeper into understanding herself as well . oooh just then…
she caught a glimpse of a Red Robin on the path .
Trees , the kind that seem to free , are welcoming and wispy .
Some seem to have limbs dancing lightly against the sky .
Take pause to listen and they may speak so that you can hear .
Their wildness in the winds harnesses ancient memories .
Exposing the might , exposing the fright .
They live so that others may live .
They give so that you will receive .
Trees , the kind that always to used to be free , thank you .
She hides in plain view and … can be heard singing in your ear .
A melody or a chant rising from within and turning into a declaration of life .
She looks above and over the lines that have been drawn
and sees a clear flight .
She will pound inside your heart only when the cause is not right .
And tenderly caress your spirit’s wings into peace
and into the night .
‘Walking Across the Water ‘ acrylic 18×24″
Quiet . A morning unfolds in sweetness and sounds of a willing life .
Hues gently strolling in and waking the hopes for courage .
Smile . Greetings to you and with a gift of warm eyes I speak with truth .
Wind comes with a blessing and there is not sacrifice in a beating heart .
Roar . Into the night the blues and magicians in the stars come awake .
Startled or peaceful , it is you .
‘NEW DAWN’ 11×14 chalk pastels 2012 Donation to Bailey Boushay seattle
forceful steps are ….
lingering and speaking .
Prayers are more than you think .
A silent language living in a single cell
then multiplying as we think .
The way is compassion not hate .
It is a choice , after all , that warm embrace .
In the gentle thoughts curiosity grows .
Leading the charge and opening the doors ,
My curiosity grows .
Look here , now there . expanding this life .
Contemplation and creation
Into Art I go .