We bloom together
Or we are lost
Forever

We bloom together
Or we are lost
Forever
I’ve been caretaking a property, so apologies for the lack of regular posts.
Am rethinking how I use this space as well…might make it more of a weekly endeavor rather than shooting for daily.
I played open mics 5/7 days – hit all of the ones in town, so that was fun.
I’ve been out in the wilderness surrounded by plants, pets, and wildlife. It’s been rejuvenating as well as work. ๐
Targeting wishes which stretch through the night
Moving toward dreams without fear without fright
Waking in tears from the toil of it all
Back to sleep reawaken to morning bird calls
There’s dew on the grass
Falling rain just a splash
Morning has broken the fall
I rise like the dawn
Stretch open and wide
In the fog
In the clouds
In the sky
There’s a song in the air
There are words in the breeze
There’s a story out there that I’m hunting
I grab up my pen
Loaded with ink
Off through the forest to think
One vowel at a time I will capture
The consonants fall into the traps
I’ll stalk paragraphs through the morning
And sentences after a nap
I’ll wrestle the details
Hang the drafts up to cure
Add the notes and the melodies later
I shoot for the stars
Whether near whether far
Dreaming the life of a writer
We didn’t arrive here easily
Down the darkest paths pushed
How we crawled through the tangled, thorn pricked underbrush
Belly to the ground wallowing in mud
Escape
Escape
Survive
Lighting fires from our dreams
Burning down the past
Running running through fields of broken glass
Hiding still and quiet in the caverns of hollow logs
Profane choices too dark to contemplate
Cursing divine madness backs to the light
We tumbled and fell down the hills of cold granite
Scraped and struggled up mountains of disbelief
Exploring the ruins of generational neglect
How did we ever arrive intact
Whole
Mending and healing
Laughing and singing
Striving and believing
In spite of every wrong turn
We bloom in the night
We still blossom in the dark
Uncontrollable blooms
I unpacked my fears and flaws
Audited and sorted
I folded and repaired
The tears and rents within
With tenderness I reached
A wilderness untamed
An isolated beach
An ocean calm and still
A never-ending peace
A refuge in the storm
I tossed away some garments
Doubt and worry in the pile
They just no longer fit
The shape I have become
Every fear
Every flaw
I know their names now
Wrapped carefully in kindness
Less likely to sting
This time of year I air it out
Housecleaning in the spring
Neatly folded into drawers
Or cast out in the rain
I whisper love
Both day and night
I whisper love
Confidence and fright
I whisper love
In darkness and in light
This is one of my favorite recent paintings.
Fantastical, and subtle with a skewed perspective, this painting is a healing prayer of replenishment.
Meandering
We grow unexpectedly
Richer