Spoken word dangles
A bit of fodder for mind
You don’t take the bate.
Art Prescription: have you ever been tested!? When you know someone is trying to get you to take the bate?
Do you realize when others cross boundaries due to their issues?
Relationships are challenging. I really just want to cruise down the middle lane….
Window to the soul
A place you gaze when in love
Where you find the truth.
Art Prescription: I did this sketch one night in bed. Added colored pencil just now.
Index card with pen and ink and colored pencil:
Not birds entirely
In contrast with things that sing
The mind and the wind.
Art Prescription: Sometimes the mind and the wind whip around without direction, a force not to be tamed, but acknowledged.
Alone in the field
I feel small and listen for
Wisdom of horses.
Art Prescription: “Take it to the horses,” she said. Take it to the horses, and take a shower, and then think about life. Thank you Deborah!
I spent a couple of hours sketching en plein air today. Ink on index cards:
My reflection in
Your deep soulful eyes, I am
A work in progress.
Art Prescription: Time with my horse today. I could disappear in his eyes…so deep and full of meaning.
Started this Cyclamen sketch. Stay tuned for color…
A life long evolution
Art Prescription: There are times when you realize you are doing exactly what the universe intended all along…and that my dears is authenticity. Colored pencil and pen and ink on an envelope.
She was always there
This girl with a horse to feed
Waiting for my move.
Art Prescription: I think somewhere in my soul I always imagined having a horse to feed, working on a farm. Just suits me deep down where the heart speaks to the mind.
After morning ride
She gets a spray, cool water
Returns to the hay.
Art Prescription: Rode Miss Lacey this morning. Went early to beat the heat. I love spraying her down with cool water, washing the saddle-marked sweat from her white body. She enjoys it too! I return her to the paddock where fresh hay awaits. A grazing horse…Zen.
Where the sky is wide
Freshly plowed fields, deep orange
That’s where horses run.
Art Prescription: The beauty of the rolling country on my way to Blue Skies Farm http://www.blueskiesmapleview.us calms my nervous system. Hello friend…choose love.
Winter mud blanket
A box of brushes leads to
A sweet posting trot!
Art Prescription: Pulling into the farm I thought, is that Doc? Yep, that’s Doc! The dirtiest horse in the paddock. And I loved grooming him and connecting with him before a ride. This time of touch and getting totally in these beings space before you ask them to wear a
saddle and hold you on their back, is prescious.