Thick, humid July
Grey broody sky hangs heavy
Sly seasonal shift.
Art Prescription: Twas unusually quiet on my evening walk. Just a couple of frogs croaking and an occasional bird. I sense the season beginning to change. Spring and summer are petering out, and though we have many warm days ahead, there is a subtle change in the air.
This is a work in progress with many layers so far…not sure where it’s going…
Hop, peck, defend seed
Antics of winter wild birds
Sunflower seed…gone!
Art Prescription: I, and my cats, love watching winter birds pecking and hopping away for black sunflower seed.
First cold frost last night
Green fella steals warmth from rocks
Hibernation time.
Art Prescription: While walking at Mason Farm today we saw two snakes. A pretty citron-green one and a black one. Since winter is sneaking in, I wasn’t expecting these slithering beauties. Guess like us they are seeking the last bit of warm sunshine!
Open to receive
The river ripples, churns, flows
As creek spills over.
Art Prescription: Are you open to the flow of life? I’m learning too!!
Things lost and then found
One’s trash, another’s treasure
Objects of desire.
Art Prescription: Two scenarios here. One, my hand-painted stool will be found tomorrow in an assortment of boxes at Goodwill, or two, some child is laughing at their new silly cat and mouse stool! Why do we humans get so attached to inanimate objects? My husband who is a get things done kind-of-guy, most of the time an excellent trait, inadvertently took my beloved field-sketching stool to the Goodwill. I’m wrangling with thoughts of a child loving their new object, and mourning the loss of MY STOOL! MINE! Okay, so this is where my years of yoga and practicing letting go might really come in handy, MINE! Sometimes all the practice in the world doesn’t equate to our humanly notions of hanging on, letting things define our life, getting stuck and not moving on, learning to share…
Just when you think!! I’m
Living the dream, oh yea, pure
Making it happen!!
Art Prescription: We create the life we live…right? We wish and dream and plan and put it all out there for the taking. Meanwhile the birds in the mailbox two doors down are fledglings and ready to fly!!
Wind rolls through the trees
Branches wave about with grace
Leaves whisper and stir.
Art Prescription: Spent much of my day at Mason Farm Biological Preserve! Heard “my” owls, but they were hiding. The beautiful lush green trees are like emeralds in the sky.
Inch-worm ornaments
Hang by silk thread from spring trees
Geometer moths.
Art Prescription: These little worms are hitch-hikers. Next thing you know you have an inch worm on your shoulder. Carefully remove them and place them on a nearby leaf. They are on a journey to become Geometer Moths. A huge family of moths, around 35,000 species, and their colors vary from flat greys to vibrant pinks.
Gentle on my mind
Nature has a steady pace
Keeps time with my heart.
Art Prescription: In a world that’s wound up so tight that a high percentage of kids are on Attention Deficit Disorders medications, I plea…get thee to the woods.
Like a champagne burst
Trees have exploded with leaves.
A curtain of green.
Art Prescription: Amazing what a bit of warm weather and some rain does to the forest! In a weeks time things have at least doubled.
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