Real change takes real work
Life. Many distinct layers
Like an onion.
Art Prescription: Life has many layers, and this can be conveyed in an art journal. I started this page in my workshop today, and once in my studio it took a different route. An art journal can be a reflection of life.
An overnight shift
When the State Fair comes to town
Brings winter with it.
Art Prescription: Here in North Carolina the State Fair comes rolling in about mid-October. Suddenly fair goers shift from shorts and tees to coats and hats. This year I’m missing out on fried, sugar-coated, Oreo s…dang!!
The herd sees you now
They ask with their bodies, who?
You answer with chi.
Art Prescription: Learn from watching.
Red October rose
Symbol of beauty and love
Scented, sensuous.
Art Prescription: Love of roses and their tantalizing scent has seduced and intoxicated people more than any other flower! The fossils of wild roses have been found as far back as forty million years ago.
The challenge of time
More to do than day permits
The grace of the flow.
Art Prescription: I like being busy!
The corn fields been plowed
Tall brownish stalks bend to ground
Asters fill meadows.
Art Prescription: Another day in the country. Went and helped paint barns at the farm where I’m riding horses. Then walked with hubby at Mason Farm, our favorite place. The wildflowers are plenty. Started a painting…stay tuned for tomorrow…I’ll finish!!
Fall brushes my cheek
Wind whispers through still full trees
Crows caw in distance.
Art Prescription: When you listen, you can hear the call of your dreams!
Fluffy pink, blue clouds
Float in a sea of grey sky
Trust the sun will come!
Art Prescription: Sometimes you just have to TRUST the next thing will happen! And it will be alright!
A full pod, release!
SeedS are dispersed! for next spring
Life is abundant!
Art Prescription: “Your work is to discover your work and then with all your heart to give yourself to it” BUDDHA
Dog barks in distance
Low August sun warms shoulders
Pull rock from my shoe.
Art Prescription: How long have I walked with that rock in my shoe? Feeling one-sided, out of balance, slightly annoyed. I heard the constant click as my foot hit the path, but didn’t really stop to see what was there. Like most of life, we have to make a conscious decision to pay attention.
Ah, the decision cascade: If this, then that, and what if? And we limp along.
What if it was really as simple as taking the rock from your shoe and moving on one step at a time!!
ps. the rock will be fine, rocks have their place, that’s how they became rocks…you my friend have become water, dynamic and flowing!
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