I’ll follow the path, any path to discovery
something new
something to add to my prevailing awareness
gaining knowledge to take with me
on the next curved road
Finding a Path
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Tag Archives: painting
That Internet!
What would we do without it?!
Now that my novel is finished and soon to be available, I’m no longer researching the 1920s. Instead, I’ve found myself back into the painting mode. I think I have watched every youtube video available on pastel painting. But this time, I actually followed the tutorial and viola! I love it when the internet can teach us positive things!
Fairytale Endings
I didn’t really mean for the painting to come out so pristine-ish (note the perfectly rounded left tree). However, I’ve grown to love the fairytale quality – a place of perfection where nothing can go wrong.
Imagination Helps
I so miss my fireflies,
but these will do for now.
Special thanks to Linda G. Hill for posting the above photo at #1linerWeds.
(Top image is from my hand and mind)
I Won’t Abide
That religion tells me not to dance
in that country? Not a chance.
But I find the movement so entrancing
Nothing quashes me from dancing.
“Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love”
painting by CD-W
daily word prompt: via Dancing
Take Hold, Dear Mind
This crazy world
when times, absurd
the dark hard to endure
take hold, dear mind
of simple, calm
a panacea cure
painting by CD-W
daily word prompt: panacea
When the Party’s Over
When the party’s over
where to go from here?
curl into a den of woe
and wait to disappear?
Breaths of life sustains me
when others fill my room
without their presence, the lonely heart
retreats within the womb
Why must I be so absent
in the carriage of myself
that I sit so idly dormant
on a dusty solo shelf
Do only I allow to see
myself through other’s eyes?
Surely there’s another way
than gowns that glamorize.
Damn Straight!
I don’t ride a horse
I don’t shoot a gun
I eat Mexican food and barbecue
and bask in Texas sun
I don’t say “ain’t”
I don’t chew or spit
I can put on a Texas drawl, y’all
but only when it fits
I don’t own an oil gusher
Still, I’ve got my Texas roots
I can play blackjack, kick back
sportin’ western boots.
First rate?
Damn straight!
painting by CD-W
The Waterfall’s Encore
I would loathe to be a waterfall
shed constant tears or’r worries wall
A heart of sadness would entail
a final curtain call
But I’d sit on top a streaming run
in early morn ‘fore day’s begun
to feel the soothing water flow
awaiting for the sun
Each day that passes I’d proudly stand
to watch the torrent, water fanned
and listen as it plays the tune
of nature’s gift well planned
But to live beneath the fountain’s pour
unbroken moments of encore
inhale the mist of motioned life
I’d want for nothing more
photo 1: credit by Jim Warren Art
photo 2: credit
photo 3: painted by self (after another artist who’s painting I unfortunately can’t locate to give due credit)
photo 4: credit
So, you’ve made a mistake. Now what?
Do you wrap your shoulders in guilt?
Does it make you feel better?
Of course not.
You did what you did, but the moment has passed.
Perhaps it is regret that you are feeling.
Regret is better. It means you have taken that nugget,
examined it with neutral hands
and learned from it.
So, you wash your hands with compassionate soap
and remind yourself that you are not a fraud
but a human flawed
like everyone else.
Be brave and accept
being flawed only adds to your perfection.
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 