Under the Moon

I continue to pick up the soft brush and dip into tempera paint.
Allowing the process to unfold through me.
This one gave me an understanding of giving and receiving.
Everything is received.
Everything can receive.

being bees

i read recently that Rilke thought that human beings were the "bees of the invisible"

i'm in wonder with that feeling sense he had
making honey
with you honeymakers

the cross point

who am i

i began to paint
a face
oh,
my father it seemed

another session began
the lips of my mother
whispering near

angel wings
laden with blue and white

the brush moved everywhere
and the eyes lightened
they became the eyes of a child




myself
renewed,
again....

the shadows will be revealed

i think shadows are glad to be seen.

this big blue one showed me how tired it was. 

i am lightened up.

my wings are drying in the light.

the thought that i need to do this right 

is being dispelled by more painting and less thinking.

my wish is 
whatever moves you through these shadow lands;
you have the will to do.

the heart of the process

I am touched once more by the willingness of the painters to open to the painting process, as I understand it and am able to communicate what it is and isn't....

I've so often described the process as fun, surprising, playful....
because of my own personal intensity and love of depth, I am always reminding myself to bring in the playfulness....the exploration..... the curiousity......

but at the end of our weekend of painting, of allowing, of letting be,
I was humbled
by how POWERFUL the process is.

It makes space for what is.
It is indeed a doorway.

musing on courage, smitten by the Friend within

We are developing trust in ourselves 

to meet what hides in the dark.

We discover ourselves

rooted in the truth

of a power known as love.

I’m smitten.