Came in through the door

Hovered at windows, wings beat

Set free into blue.

Art Prescription: I’ve had two hummingbird encounters this week. First was a female who flew into my open-door studio. She allowed me to help her out.

Second a hummingbird who had collapsed at a neighbor’s. Moved into open air that one took off as well.

Hummers are a sign of pure joy. Thank you Mother Nature!

Colored pencil on index card:

While the horses wait patiently to go out to pasture, these guys were sitting pretty!

Have a great weekend,

Bev

Finally release

Thunder booms, rain pounds the ground

Air smells of wet grass.

Art Prescription: Busy day wearing many hats. RN, artist, horse mom.

I had a request to rework a previous painting.

And here is “Fryer,” the ox:

July canopy

Heat moves through layers of clothes

Sweat rolls down my cheek.

Life gets wild some days

Pushes us to the edge, and

Then it’s a new day.

Art Prescription: Thank you all for all your support! Finn is much better today, and my farrier came and confirmed he has a hoof abscess.

Good news! this will heal!

Blown watercolor in Art Journal:

My dear horse is lame

Cannot put weight, back Left hoof

Please send healing waves.

Art Prescription:

And just then she came

A big yellow butterfly

Continued journey.

Art Prescription: Where do souls go?

Watercolor with pen:

Annual fourth parade

A symbol of our freedom

Proud Americans.

Art Prescription: It’s an odd holiday to feel tears well-up. There are few expectations, no gifts to buy, and decorating is minimal.

And yet, our neighborhood parade always brings tears to my eyes. Maybe it’s patriotism, maybe it’s that most people don’t even know REALLY what we are celebrating, maybe it’s looking at the innocent children and wondering how long their lives will be free. Free to not worry about safety or their precious environment, or maybe it’s just HOT!!

Anyways, I’m grateful!

iPhoto: Lillie:

Deer is so gentle

A spirit that heals all wounds

Summer breeze, warm, love.

Art Prescription: While on my walk with Austen, we came upon a young buck. He seemed content to forage with us not far away.

His young antlers are fuzzy and velveteen.