A pillar of strength
Horses, with their all knowing
Grateful for the ride.
Art Prescription: I rode Lacey today at Blue Skies of Mapleview. She is so sweet…oh dear…heart tug! On a whim, I stopped by another local horse barn. There I met Victoria, a beautiful girl, and her owner. I did a brush painting of her, trying to capture her strong features and gorgeous lines.
Garden on the verge
Flower buds swell in the hope
Of a full blossom.
Art Prescription: We do want to live up to our own expectations… Look around you and realize you have already done it!!! Peace.
Domestic bliss, WHAM!
Vacuum cleaner topples stairs
Where is Hestia?
Art Prescription: A vacuum cleaner tumbling down stairs is not graceful home-caring. Where is the goddess Hestia when you need her? In Ancient Greek religion Hestia (/ˈhɛstiə/; Ancient Greek: Ἑστία, “hearth” or “fireside”) is a virgin goddess of the hearth, ancient Greek architecture, and the right ordering of domesticity, the family, and the state.
Glue holds together
Things that mean the world to you
Good glue equals love.
Art Prescription: Spent some time gluing things together today. What a nice day!
Pause, ponder, produce
The muse, her senses keen, waits
Open door, “Come in.”
Art Prescription: So my good friend Farley said to me today, “pause, ponder, produce.” I just adore that. I invite you to do the same!! And let your muse in to “pause, ponder, produce.” Aho!
After you’ve been hot
A cool breeze in the blue shade
Rushes your body.
Art Prescription: Summer is here. Sultry heat, humidity, shorts and tees, hot bright sun. There is always a little relief under a big tree with a breeze.
Out beyond the gate
I find my breath, deep and full
On a white mare’s back.
Art Prescription: Rode Lacey today! Some ring work…my trot a little better…and then off into the woods and corn-fields. Lean forward going up-hill and lean back going down hill. I try to let her rhythm carry my body. Trust, let go and breathe. Folks this is big.
Shelves of pure color
Buy single or in a group
Paint in a pencil!
Art Prescription: Field trip to the art store today. Shelves of color, watercolor, acrylic, oils, pastels, colored pencils, watercolor pencils, ink, markers. It’s intoxicating!! And oh all the papers…
Well I survived and got out with some exciting stuff to try. A bargain for the spirit.
Rose grows empty lot
Her red blooms tell a story
An era gone by.
Art Prescription: We are all planting seeds. Some we will see grow and flourish, and others we will leave behind for the future. Plant well my friend…
Two worlds, artist, nurse
Some days my hat does not fit
Either, want to rest!
Art Prescription: I’ve been weaving my two worlds of nursing and art together for about 10 years…maybe 11…or all my life…which came first? I love both in many ways. Often it’s the transition that is hardest. What hats do you wear? Which hat fits you best? Fits your spirit?
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