Tuesday, August 30, 2011

To see

 the wonder

of life, is to be alive.

Friday, August 26, 2011

As August closes its golden eyes,
I will remember the light
and warmth of the sun,
and of the never ending circle of love.

Monday, August 22, 2011

The continued drawings inspired by The Spiritual Canticle of St John of the Cross
                                Verse 18. 
You girls of Judea,
while among flowers and roses
the amber spreads its perfume,
stay away, there on the outskirts:
do not so much as seek to touch our thresholds.

Here, in my interpretation of this verse I see the soul
being conflicted at times between the world of the spiritual,
shown here as the natural world,
and the material world, shiny towns that
sparkle with untruths disguised as nirvana.

In this drawing, the river separates the two conflicting sides.
The river representing the constant flowing of thoughts and ideas.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

She is here

At less than six pounds,
a diminutive angel,
 you cause many to shed tears of joy
and bring people together
to heal.

The colors are all golden now 
and full of light

May you take delight in the 
natural world,
 and let not one thing go unnoticed.

Sweet Thing The music of Van Morrison

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Immersing myself in August.

Goldenrods and Cicadas,
high humidity,
a welcome breeze,
A hermit thrush's evening song,
Yellow Swallowtail butterflies,
Queen Anne's Lace,
footprints, feathers and fawns.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011


Pale blue eye
that sees the unseen,
Golden eye that
sees all.