Monthly Archives: February 2014

Having Wings

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Oracle 2012 by Drea Jensen
Coming together as a group can help you see what is to come. Graton artist and school teacher, Drea Jensen, in efforts to raise money in memory of 12-year-old Cameron Varnell, is putting Oracle 2012 up for sale, with 100% of her proceeds going to fight childhood leukemia.
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Crow Says

By Mary Oliver   

There is corn in the field,
what should I think of else?
Anyway, my thoughts are all feathery.
I prefer simple beak talk.
Maybe it’s having wings.
It does make a difference.
As for that business about brothers,
of course I’m concerned that we
share the corn, to the extent
that I get my plenty.
As for later, how can “later” exist?
When old crows die I don’t cry,
I peck at their silly, staring eyes
and open my wings and fly to
wherever I want to. I’ve forgotten
both father and mother,
even the pile of sticks
in which I was born. Well, maybe
now and again, and mostly in winter,
I have strange, even painful ruminations.
When you’re hungry and cold
it’s hard to be bold, so I sulk,
and I have dreams sometimes, in which
I remember the corn will come again,
and vaguely then I feel that I am almost feeling
grateful, to something or other.

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Dear Star

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Sunnyside Up 2013 by Drea Jensen Even though it often seems impossible, sometimes we have to force ourselves to see the glass as half full and remember that there is good in almost everything. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/sunnyside-up-2013-drea-jensen.html

Sunnyside Up 2013 by Drea Jensen
Even though it often seems impossible, sometimes we have to force ourselves to see the glass as half full and remember that there is good in almost everything.
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Why I Wake Early
by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–

best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.

 

Passionate

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Red Coral 2003 by Drea Jensen
There are layers upon layers on nearly everything that cover up what they really are.
Peel those layers back to see that most things are honestly the same.
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What I Have Learned So Far

Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, proper-
ly attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is sug-
gestion. Can one be passionate about the just, the
ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit
to no labor in its cause? I don’t think so.

All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds towards radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of—indolence, or action.

Be ignited, or be gone.

— Mary Oliver 

 

West Wind

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Devotion 2012 by Drea Jensen Following what we believe in always ends with a positive outcome. Dedication and passion generate beautiful structure in our world. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/devotion-2012-drea-jensen.html

Devotion 2012 by Drea Jensen
Following what we believe in always ends with a positive outcome. Dedication and passion generate beautiful structure in our world.
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West Wind #2

You are young.  So you know everything.  You leap
into the boat and begin rowing.  But listen to me.
Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without
any doubt, I talk directly to your soul.  Listen to me.
Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and
your heart, and heart’s little intelligence, and listen to
me.  There is life without love.  It is not worth a bent
penny, or a scuffed shoe.  It is not worth the body of a
dead dog nine days unburied.  When you hear, a mile
away and still out of sight, the churn of the water
as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the
sharp rocks – when you hear that unmistakable
pounding – when you feel the mist on your mouth
and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls
plunging and steaming – then row, row for your life
toward it.

~ Mary Oliver ~

 

The Whistler

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People and things are made up of so many different parts that it's often hard to judge them from the outside. Take time to get a cross section and see what they are really made of. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/elements-2012-drea-jensen.html

Elements 2012 by Drea Jensen
People and things are made up of so many different parts that it’s often hard to judge them from the outside.
Take time to get a cross section and see what they are really made of.
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The Whistler

By

Mary Oliver

All of a sudden she began to whistle. By all of a sudden I mean that for more than thirty years she had not whistled. It was thrilling. At first I wondered, who was in the house, what stranger? I was upstairs reading, and she was downstairs. As from the throat of a wild and cheerful bird, not caught but visiting, the sounds warbled and slid and doubled back and larked and soared.

Finally I said, Is that you whistling? Yes, she said, I used to whistle, a long time ago. Now I see I can still whistle. And cadence after cadence she strolled through the house, whistling.

I know her so well, I think, I thought. Elbow and ankle. Mood and desire. Anguish and frolic. Anger too. And the devotions. And for all that, do we even begin to know each other? Who is this I’ve been living with for thirty years?

This clear, dark, lovely whistler?

Lingering in Happiness

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Drea Jensen Art:   Come view these paintings at East West Cafe Sebastopol.

Drea Jensen Art:
Come view these paintings at East West Cafe Sebastopol.
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Lingering in Happiness

By Mary Oliver 

After rain after many days without rain.
it stays cool, private and cleansed, under the trees,
and the dampness there, married now to gravity,
falls branch to branch, leaf to leaf, down to the ground

where it will disappear–but not, of course, vanish
except to our eyes. The roots of the oaks will have their share,
and the white threads of the grasses, and the cushion of moss;
a few drops, round as pearls, will enter the mole’s tunnel;

and soon so many small stones, buried for a thousand years,
will feel themselves being touched.