At the water’s edge the soothing sounds and movement ask for a visit to one’s soul . And while sky beckons for dreams to be brought forth the trees whisper about living . Then there are those mountains and they don’t always let on that they are the great protectors . And sweet sun warming an injured heart until the moon reveals hidden depths in thinking of what’s next . Then stars like a magical blanket appear and sing a silent lullaby and take away your fears .
New and original works of art by Barbara L. Chapman to be shown at the
Dorothy A. Little Gallery inside of Trinity Parish . Located at 609 8th Ave. Seattle 98104 .
Opening reception to be held on February 25th at 12:30 pm .
Dear Christmas ,
It’s been a year and here we are once again . Many say it’s the New Year but I say it’s you . The review that you offer is heartfelt and true . Thank you .
Playfullness in my heart comes alive and swishing down a store’s aisle is …what it’s all for anyway . Quiet moments and a tear or two come again . Strengthening the heart muscle so that I may give more in the year ahead . Thank you .
I think of you and see the serious but today is for the silly . The silly in you and the silly in me . Lets give kindness to the silly and dance and swish about . Thank you .
Kindness is my present to you and to me . Your list is long and worries you . ” Please , go ahead in the line . I don’t mind .” Take a breath and relieve the stress . Thank you .
The heart still sings ,
The mind continues to seek
with out a promise of a warm bed .
And the lovingly prepared meal is missing
while the presence of the feeling of a heaven is absent …
And still the Soul grows with faith and with the song of laughter .
Today I heard of a man who has studied our habit of living within a set circle . Many of us rarely
venturing beyond the circle on our own . Instantly , it spoke to my heart . I was suddenly
excited to hear more .
Is the inclination to push past my own boundaries a thread in my genetics ? Some may say it’s
a flaw in personality . Restelessness of foolishness .
I say it’s joy !
Wanderings spontaneous or planned , close to home or far away , brighten the heart’s way .
This man that I heard today , he found his way to experience life outside of his circle .
A delight to be fully awake and a fright to see the sleep walking surrounding the brilliant lights.
“Don’t startle them awake ” I say . Then I wonder why .
Clear sight into wisdom and willingness to question ideas with ideals will , surely , free even the darkest among us .
A twirl within a dance may welcome a smile but just as simply invite a tear to the eye .
Dancing creating new life in the heart intensifying the vibrant songs in the light of your sight .
Gently quiet …a slight hush sweeping slowly over the dreams in your wakefulness .
I live to hear those dreams . I love to know the life in their mysteries .
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 .