Strange Travels

Another stranger passing by,

The wheels are turning and light sunrising

Another stranger is another friend,

And if I could pause to feel the air

I would realize,

I am home,

Everywhere.

The world forgetting by the world forgot

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting by the world forgot"

Alexander Pope

Painting thoughts

During my last session at Brooks Institute I did some experimentation with tracing some prints and painting them. Due to lack of time I never quite finished all the painting. Thanks to photoshop, I was able to paint in the lines and get an idea of what it might look like. What do you think?

remembering some good times

Wind power

love in the land

I forgot what I might be looking for.

I waited in silence

listening to the whispers of wind

It told me of the cold

I was frightened that it might bring misery

loneliness

But instead,

The cold wind rattled my insides

stung my skin

with promises of brighter colors

secrets and charm

never again will I doubt the friendship of sunsets

and the intimate kisses of sunrise

Looking forward

I wish I could talk to you.

Like the rain talks to wind

Sweeping it up

Dancing its sorrows

In celebration

I wish you could hear me

Telling you how much you've taught me

To love

Everything

I don't know if I would have ever known

The brilliance

To hold another

And feel their breath

To know that living this life

This moment

Is perfect in every way