tired

you know what?  I'm tired.  I'm tired of waiting for you...  tired of getting so excited I could burst, waiting for something to happen, to only be let down with no return.  I'm tired of pouring out my all, laying it out there.  I'm tired of wanting some fun, some good mischief.  I'm done with wishin' and hopin'.  thinkin' back to the days of sweet kisses and bein' a little mrs.  call me up, say hello.  apologize.  say goodbye.  enough with the lame old dog that's gone to sleep.  where's the fun lovin' one?  one who lets me know that the time she is  tickin' but she will ne'er go so longs the achin' keeps a churnin' and a burnin' inside the heart for soulful dances, long caresses, sweet farewells and heart stompin' hellos.  where's the daredevil.  gone yonder over blue mountains?  what happened to the sense of two?  one plus one.  the garden of our eden before our feet, lay only one step away.  be it large or small, it is one step.  will you take it?  don't tread on me...  walk with me...  don't fear the journey.  tis nearly a sweet melody to breathe, to flow and pulse. life.  tis only life you fear.  everlasting eternal life.

let the love grow

rain rain

pitter patter

seep down

nourish the ground

back to our roots

to reach back up and forth

feed our hearts

let the love grow

misting hues

misting hues
greys and blues

birds' wings flopped
across the yard
as they were sopped

drops melted
into the solid earth
to make a felted
lawn to keep

the day's haze
calls out to me
crawl inside
with the page
laid out for me

letters fall
words precipitate
the keys tip tap
and drip drop
drizzling on the page

In the Berkshires Looking Back on Glacier

This is a painting I did in the Berkshires in Western Massachusetts.  I was looking out on the porch of a cafe at a weeping willow tree.  As I was staring off into this space I was also thinking back on my trip out to Glacier Montana and the gorgeous mountains and lakes.  This is a little combo of a present moment and setting mixed with those past.

Self-portrait

The man in the moon

let's dance!

let's dance!  let's jive!  let's swing those hips from side to side.


I'm in the mood for some jazz, somethin' alive.


get those rusty shoes on, for the floor's a callin'


shake it baby, drop it low


beat that heart up to and fro


I wanna burn it long, burn it fast, burn it slow


let's heat up the floor, make it glow


time's a tickin', don't wait too long


it's time to dance


and feel the song!

A gaze

A womanly gaze falls upon my face.  I look out into the grandness only to feel it as a mess.  Confusion settles in, perplexed that my head may spin.  Yearning, burning inside, to be set free on the open land and golden wheat tide.  Pursed lips from over concentration.  Blank, emotionless eyes from too many inside cries.  To where am I going?  To where have I gone?  The question repeats as I move forward and on.

My heart peeps out

The sun begins to shine in.  My heart starts to peep out.  Winter's cold death has put to rest old fears and pests.  That little tender-footed heart wants to walk outside again.  An old friend has been born anew.  That soft child, that sweet girl who enjoys swinging, and singing.


My heart peeps out.


It's time to take a walk.

You are my sunshine

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when days are grey.
You´ll never know dear how much I love you,
So please don´t take my sunshine away.

Emily Dickinson

The quirky but quaint poetry of Emily Dickinson speaks to me so profoundly that I feel as if her words are what I needed to say.  Her use of nature brings me closer to a sense of peace and balance and my own natural rhythms.  I love both of these poems because they speak of the brook and its journey to the sea.  I cannot help but identify with it and feel myself and my yearning to travel on this journey to the great big sea, the eternal.  To me these poems are self affirmations or confessions of my heart's desire.

cozy bed

cozy bed
lazy legs
tired head


thoughts left to rest
dream up something new
'til the morning calls
"come out, you!"

Let's swing!

I made this quite a few years ago, but still love it.  It was my tribute to swinging and demonstrated my longing to go back to childhood and not have any cares and just swing.  It reminds me: that swing from childhood still hangs from that tree and it is up to us to go find it and swing again.

Will you swing with me?

To all the lost boys

Dear Peter Pan,

You've been out playing so long with all your pals.  When will you come back inside, by my side.  We laughed and played, but your games have now taken you far away.  You are lost in the land of pirates and fairies, while I am here in reality.  Will you come back?  Your lost world is beautiful, I will agree.  You can take me there, just don't go alone anymore.  I am afraid you will never come back.  Stop being so scared of your shadow.  Come back and you will see.  You won't be afraid any longer when you grow into that strong man you are supposed to be.

Love, 

Wendy

Wish Jar

This is a cleaned out pickle jar that I recently painted with a sun / flower lid on top and grass coming from the bottom.  The purpose of the jar is to hold wishes.  They can be anything and everything.  If there's something you really want, why not make a wish and keep it in your jar until it comes true.  It may seem silly, but to me it is a pleasant reminder to stay positive and hopeful that those wishes may come true.  Why not cherish those wishes and give them a space in your heart, and literally, in your jar where they can remain safe and nurtured. These wishes may seed and grow up into beautiful flowers.

Just remember, like my grandmother always told me...

"Be careful what you wish for, it just might come true."