Steam rises from cup
My morning is slow, leisure
French toast with my mate.
Art Prescription: Isn’t it lovely to have a slow morning? No rushing or appointments, running out the door with yogurt in hand. Time to sit with a cat or two in my lap, and watch the birds.
Little bit nippy, but I did head out to my studio to paint…
Acrylic over collage 6 x 6
Freshly cut flowers
Seems trees have changed overnight
Mason Jar posy.
Art Prescription: We are so lucky here in North Carolina that flowers continue to bloom on through October. We haven’t had that first cold frost yet. So I happily plucked a Mason Jar full of flowers and set about to watercolor them. Makes me about as happy as anything…
8 1/2 x 11 watercolor on 140 lb watercolor paper
She moved me, the wind
And I listened deeply to
What she had to say.
Art Prescription: I went to an animal communication workshop today at the farm where my horse Finn lives. It was intense and beautiful. I was overwhelmed with some emotions that came up, and I’m sure I will need to process my “conversations” more in the days to come. The horses were amazing and accepting and willing…wow!
Sharp, bright, fall sunlight
Euphonious, crickets hum
Art Prescription: The sun is sharp these days. Once up, she burns off frosted windshields…moves on to de-thaw grass. And still the crickets hum softly in the meadow.
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Delicate fall blooms
Bright, cheery on my back deck
Nuthatches are back!
Art Prescription: Sam planted some fall blooming plants. One of them is a delicate, orchid looking bloom. I have no idea the name, but the color and delicate shape intrigues me. Nuthatches are supposedly in decline, so happy to see them return to my sunflower seed.
Index card with colored pencil and pen and ink, my chop says “hope”
Time spent on horseback
A gentle sway, keeping time
With nature’s tonic.
Art Prescription: There are two ways to keep time. One is by the clock, calendar, meetings, deadlines…and the other is by the soul where no clocks are allowed. Most of us live by the clock, chasing, running, getting it done! What if we lived by joy, quiet, time spent staring off into the woods (on a horse’s back). Of course you guys know I’m preaching to myself!!! I need to spend more time chasing spirit instead of the almighty clock.
Daisy May wore her
Red hat to the country fair
She was new to town.
8 1/2 x 11 watercolor and colored pencil