Muddy horses happy in sun. So cute with their thick winter fur.

To come into bloom

You must first be a bud, then

When the time is ripe.

Art Prescription: Flowers are so clear about their purpose.

Index card with acrylic and colored pencil. So interesting how colored pencil lays down over acrylic!

Winter wind bellows

Whips around house, windows creak

Cats snuggle in bed.

Art Prescription: After I’m up and trying to shake off my morning chill, my cats slink into the warm rumpled covers on my bed. I look at them somewhat jealous, “that’s what you are doing?” Have they no respect for feeling productive, making meaning out of life, living with purpose!!!!! Nope! They solely seek warmth and comfort.

A white blank canvas

Time to invite the muse in

Pick up her brush, paint.

Art Prescription: Made progress…say tuned…

A bird convention

They fly in from all over

To discuss weather.

Art Prescription: Fed horses in pouring rain. Peaceful. Just me, horses, birds, and rain.

Art Journal with mixed media:

Dainty wildflower

Demure, graceful, ballet-like

Reserved, honest, true.

Art Prescription: traits to live up to.

Art Journal with pen and ink, watercolor, staple collage, washi tape.

Quiet in chaos

Spring gathers her strength to bloom

Up through winter’s bed.

Art Prescription: Nature does not doubt herself, realizing there is a time for all seasons. Nature honors her cycles and rests when needed. She knows and trusts that in good time all will be well and blooms prolifically.

Art Journal with collage and watercolored index card, my chop says hope.

A mourning dove coos

Mother and her two fawns graze

Horses chomp fresh hay.

Art Prescription: A peace like no other comes to me when I’m tending animals.

Watercolor sketch:

Rows of paint, canvas

Brushes, pens, markers, papers

Art store adventure.

Art Prescription: shopping for projects I found the cutest frames ever!!

Little Wren: I’m going to list in my Etsy shop!! So cute!!!

Violet in room

Full of big, bright, loud, bloomers

Shrinks into her shell.

Art Prescription: I have so many wonderful friends, and love spending time with them. But put me in a noisy restaurant with loud music, and suddenly I feel like a turtle wanting to withdraw into its shell. I sit looking around the table at my friends squirming in my seat, the loudness erasing all chances of real conversation. I cannot wait to get outside. To listen to the grass grow. Leaves me wondering why I’m so different?

Index card with colored pencil and ink, my chop that says “hope”