Wake-up juice, java
Rich, smooth morning enjoyment
Brown-gold coffee beans!
Art Prescription: It is really the small things! Pen and ink sketch-doodle…
Warm velvet soft nose
Smell of fresh hay and cut grass
Afternoon horse barn.
Art Prescription: There is just something about being around horses. Their warm brown eyes and soft ears, majestic musculature, swishy tails, the smell of leather, and a historic relationship. We’ve long been bound to these creatures.
Set out for a walk
Clouds gathered, distant rumble
Rain drops fall, I’m wet!!
Art Prescription: This time of year a walk in a steady drizzle can actually be refreshing. Then my neighbor’s dog took off running wild through the woods, freaked by the thunder. I went off after him, poison ivy and all! Like a deer he shot through the bramble. Luckily he and his owner are both safely home, not sure who is more shaken. For me, a warm shower and a glass of wine should do.
Loneliness is not
Being only flower bud
But failure to bloom.
Art Prescription: The garden is ripe with buds and blooms and it occurs to me that to make a garden whole it takes many elements. The rain, the sun, the soil, birds, bees, and the instinctual element of life growing on despite any adversary. A tree fallen by a storm, will only grow upward with new branches. We humans get so attached to this one short life we live. If you relish in nature’s messages, you will be at peace with the whole. Four winds, Bev