Left alone in the quietness of the heart and turned away from distractions ,
It is strong and sweet .
Fearless towards laughter that is loud and the tears that wait to flow ,
It is both wise and naive .
Left alone in the quietness of the heart and away from doubt ,
It is subtle though not at all meek .
Close your eyes with love as the day has been done and watch your heart wander .
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
Ridiculous …Is it my defense ?
It makes sense .
Ridiculous .
I live , that’s not ridiculous .
I love , that’s not ridiculous .
Thank you for listening
and that’s not ridiculous .
‘Ridiculous’
Home in My Soul
I belong to the birds and the trees ,
And to the flowers and the sky .
And to the birds and the dreams ,
And to the rivers and the streams .
I belong to the mountains and the hills
And to the stars in the sky .
When I returned to my mother and stepfather, the reality of her end of life process began to take root in my thoughts and emotions. At times it felt unreal. This woman who had loved and guided me to a state of independence now needed me to take over what her role had been.
In a single moment our roles were reversed. Everyone was looking to me for direction and information.There was no room for fear. All that mattered was to make sure she knew how loved she was. The best ways to do that were by ensuring her comfort, listening to her and holding her hand when she felt frightened.
It was an honor for me like no other could ever be.
The attention required for the details of her care were a blessed distraction.
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