Tag Archives: ink brush painting

practice

my day started with a tiny bird yelling…. and it felt like the shrill was directed at me…. even though it wasn’t. how arrogant we humans are sometimes…. the rest of the day was filled with practice.  

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Desire

my first dog was a small black bundle of poodle. i was 9 years old and He was splendid! I named him Captain Timothy Carver, and called him Tim. we jumped rope together, and chased waves on the beach… and … Continue reading

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smoke and mirrors

‘where there is smoke, there is fire…’ if all is metaphor, and even the black cat refuses to stay out of doors – what teaching is this? Lightening has struck and the swamp is burning, again. what clouds our vision … Continue reading

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smoke signals

the cats came to the doors, crying. the skies were covered with yellow grey clouds everything was edged with burnt orange and smoke….. as they ran inside, we went out, in wonder. ashes fell gently from the sky, like snow. … Continue reading

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open

 flowers bloom by opening, perhaps we open by blooming….. but this i know, we are all part of the sacred dance of life.

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reaching

She had the same name as my mother, and the same accent, filled with granite and love – . the bed was to high for the dog to see Her, and she was too immobilized to see Him — and … Continue reading

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music to my ears

your ears were like a lyre and your eyes played a song of ancient love to my heart. who says even fleeting love is not real? Truth takes but a moment. Love is forever.

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being seen

Her eyes are the greenest green, the brightest green, the green of new growth and hope. and they looked right into mine, and then She purred. oh. my. dare i reflect back all that?  

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morning darkness

in the morning darkness before the sun has risen, light still shines hidden in the deep soft fur of Love.

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Mirrors and illusions

  There at my elbow is a muzzle, nudging me to pay attention to the more important things in life – all is illusion, and as such, magic is real – and all is Love. art does not mimic life, … Continue reading

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