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a morning flights and birds of pray

Shadows beating rhythms on the grasses at my feet, Angels? I look up – a giant swallowtail butterfly swoops onto elderberry blooms. i stand opening my arms, i am engulfed – enrobed in a shadow – soft, blue fleeting- i … Continue reading

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Focus

above my head a cardinal called. i looked up, but saw a hawk instead. the hawk was watching a cat in the grass. I screamed my prayer of safety. Everybody flew away from me. prayers get answered in the strangest … Continue reading

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flames

where there is smoke there’s fire. but where is the dog? he is sitting behind me – loyal and safe and aware that where there is smoke, there’s fire. (but does he know that fire can be healing too? do … Continue reading

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Bliss

on the the small round table is a small round cat purring in her sleep.    

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Shadows and light

in the shadows deep in the shadows i see a bright white light, carefully stepping into the sun.

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missed you

Here you are!!! it’s been soo long! now, i will follow you in, or out, or in, or out. wherever you are… I will be too.

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NAKED

today i was asked if i paint nudes – almost always i replied. (we are all naked under our clothes)

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cracked

fierce mama chicken,  feathers flaming, can you not see the possibilities of the egg?

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learning to see

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eggs and baskets

all day i painted enzo circles of emptiness filled with possibilities and potentials. but none were as real as the ones that surrounds us. High in a tree, on a low bough the emptiness awaits fullness. What do you feather … Continue reading

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