~Welcome~

a little bit of fiction, poetry, artwork, and life in general


QUOTES TO LIVE BY:

"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... it is about learning to dance in the rain" (unknown)

"Without Darkness, there would be no Light" (unknown)


Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Awaken


 Image by Artist Cameron Gray

The breeze wafting through the trees is no longer laughing;
    The warmth from the Sun is no longer giving; The dawn and dusk are no longer beckoning; The Moon and stars are no longer comforting.
Alas, Earth needs rejuvenation;
Her people need awakening.
Let us give comfort to Earth Mother
Let us be Her healers
Let us spread peace in the land
Let us send positive energies into the universe
Let us invoke love and goodness
Awaken!
It is time....
Let us be saviors of Earth
And
Of each other


**This poem was inspired by my cousin's husband, who has a special way of viewing the world around him. Thank you Bob Myers, for sharing your wisdom and inspiration.




Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Art: Finding Peace

My friend Magaly has issued a blog challenge: Finding Peace... a Bit at a Time to blog about whatever it is we do that nourishes us.

Mostly, I love to draw and paint. My artwork brings me peace; it gets my mind off my troubles, and permits me to create a bit of beauty in periods of darkness. It's therapeutic, perhaps even meditative.

My current work in progress: Morrigan.
The goddess was my inspiration, so naturally I titled it after her. She's gazing into the distance, perhaps using her sight to see the future and/or current events. She wears a raven headress, and painted wings upon her eyes. Ravens are in the distance, with a full moon lighting their path. The unfinished symbols are sigils that are messages to myself, and for my home:
(1) I am one with the sun, moon, and sea
(2) I learn to love myself
(3) This place is protected


Two of my other recent pieces...

"Protection"
Acrylics and copper foil

"Guardian of the Forest"
Watercolor, acrylic, and pen

Sunday, December 9, 2018

Someday...

Beads of sweat accumulated, rolling down her back in salty rivlets as the merciless sun, in all its bright glory sent its heat to mock her and her physical efforts.

Winter.... where?

The sun does not slumber a wintry death in the southwest; Great Lugh remains bold and bright as ever, warm... perhaps less miserable, but mostly, always present.

She walked her unfinished maze, adding a few rocks here... realigning rocks there, squating, walking, admiring... her thoughts never staying on any particular subject long, before jumping to the next.

The pebbled dirt was still damp from day before yesterday's rain. Earth's scent filled her nostrils as she squatted down, reassembling the scattered rocks that marked the curved edges of the maze. Sharp pebbles bit into the bottoms of her bare feet, making her wince in pain.

She longed for greenery, flowers, wildlife, and the whispering of pine trees, gurgling rivers, cool breezes, and the healing of the forest... all left behind for desert, concrete, financial security and family.

The sacrifice was well worth it in some respects, but her soul feels as though it is smothered and withering. She recognizes that her life is unbalanced. She yearns for nature and spiritualty... hence the maze in her ugly backyard.

Someday she would finish her maze.

Someday she would have plants, grass, and hopefully a tree.

Someday the backyard would nourish her hungry soul.                             



Someday....










Monday, December 3, 2018

Slumbering Prison

Sleep's seduction greeted her;
Lights danced in a galaxy of stars,
Undulating, carrying her across worlds...
Mist filled forests and sapphire seas
Beguiling castles amongst rolling hills,
Enchanting adventures
Reclaimed joy, while imprisoning her mind

Art by Josephine Wall

Anyone who suffers from depression knows just how seductive sleep can be. We are so weary, body and soul, that we are physically and mentally exhausted... we crave sleep and if left alone, we will easily sleep our life away. 

In addition to just feeling worn out, we also suffer a bleak existence that mostly exhists in our mind, pulling us ever deeper into its dark abyss... a whirlpool of negativity, sucking you deeper. Depression is a slippery prison... hard to swim out of. No matter how hard you try to paddle, you are pulled down by its current.

Sleep not only gives us the rest we physically and desperately need, but it also serves as an escape from our bleak mundane life. Sleep becomes a drug, addictive, and never quite satisfying enough; we always want more.


Saturday, December 1, 2018

Humbuggerish Dilema

What does one say when one's thoughts are constantly humbuggerish? You know that saying... "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all"... well, I'm inclined to not say anything at all, but when one has a blog... what's the point?

I'm at the point where I want to be positive and find joy wherever, whenever possible, but it eludes me. Everything is, if anything, blah.

I started a new painting, but it has been sitting unfinished for a couple of weeks. I just dont have the motivation to finish her. I don't have the motivation to do much of anything, except sleep and gorge myself. Maybe I should just share my painting, and maybe someone or something will inspire me to continue.

This is Morrigan; she's currently in a state of limbo, unfinished and... I feel like she's missing something (other than the incomplete runes).  She's currently strictly watercolor, but that may change.

I was thinking of adding decorative details with metallic pen, and maybe some metallic or sparkly acrylic paint, but I haven't decided on what I want to do, exactly. Feel free to jump in with any ideas, tips, and or opinions... but please be kind.