Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry, prose

To my own drum

lay ears upon me
the steady beat of fever
the silent wings fly

I miss handwritten notes, long talks, music, and prayers. I miss Indiana friends.

I feel a victim of the present instant gratification culture. Unwittingly, I have been swallowed whole by a mob mentality of shoving and pushing our way to the top. The guise of morality when we know we are sinners. The breach of sacred life has been cheapened with money.

I know myself. But how well? And how well do I know you? Are we all numbers and votes and popularity slogans? Will I be diminished if the politicians and I disagree?

Perhaps I best live and let it all go. Release the slogans and messages, the poetry and art. Let my world be still. To then be reborn, so when I write or paint or dance it means I am living free. To not feed the monsters we all have become.

Posted in Musings, Photography, Poetry

Sneak Peek: Week in Review

I couldn’t wait to post on Monday. Six Australorp hens, corralled in a cardboard box, arrived at the post office early dawn. It was joyous to find out no casualties.

Just two days old and their wing feathers are forming. The hardest heart cracks as egg shells when these chicks peep! 💛🐥💛🎶

dawn breaks open hearts
the first light enters pitch black
chicken family hatched
Posted in Art, Poetry

Something New (waiting for the rain to subside)

Next up, acrylics thinned with gel medium to paint on cotton muslin with various tools found outside. Once printed, the cloth should fully dry before ironing on a medium cool setting. Do not use steam and press about 3-5 minutes. Happy creative!