Monthly Archives: April 2014

Sometimes

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Trinity 2012 by Drea Jensen The space that lies between objects is often just as interesting as the objects themselves, just like the journey can be better than the destination. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/trinity-2012-drea-jensen.html

Trinity 2012 by Drea Jensen
The space that lies between objects is often just as interesting as the objects themselves,
just like the journey can be better than the destination.
http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/trinity-2012-drea-jensen.html

Sometimes by Mary Oliver

1.

Something came up
out of the dark.
It wasn’t anything I had ever seen before.
It wasn’t an animal
or a flower,
unless it was both.

Something came up out of the water,
a head the size of a cat
but muddy and without ears.
I don’t know what God is.
I don’t know what death is.

But I believe they have between them
some fervent and necessary arrangement.

2.

Sometimes
melancholy leaves me breathless.

3.

Later I was in a field full of sunflowers.
I was feeling the heat of midsummer.
I was thinking of the sweet, electric
drowse of creation,

when it began to break.

In the west, clouds gathered.
Thunderheads.
In an hour the sky was filled with them.

In an hour the sky was filled
with the sweetness of rain and the blast of lightning.
Followed by the deep bells of thunder.

Water from the heavens! Electricity from the source!
Both of them mad to create something!

The lighting brighter than any flower.
The thunder without a drowsy bone in its body.

4.

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.

5.

Two or three times in my life I discovered love.
Each time it seemed to solve everything.
Each time it solved a great many things
but not everything.
Yet left me as grateful as if it had indeed, and
thoroughly, solved everything.

6.

God, rest in my heart
and fortify me,
take away my hunger for answers,
let the hours play upon my body

like the hands of my beloved.
Let the cathead appear again-
the smallest of your mysteries,
some wild cousin of my own blood probably-
some cousin of my own wild blood probably,
in the black dinner-bowl of the pond.

7.

Death waits for me, I know it, around
one corner or another.
This doesn’t amuse me.
Neither does it frighten me.

After the rain, I went back into the field of sunflowers.
It was cool, and I was anything but drowsy.
I walked slowly, and listened

to the crazy roots, in the drenched earth, laughing and growing.

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A World of Freedom

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Louise Bourgeois, Lair

Louise Bourgeois, Lair

“The colour blue – that is my colour – and the colour blue means you have left the drabness of day-to-day reality to be transported into – not a world of fantasy, it’s not a world of fantasy – but a world of freedom where you can say what you like and what you don’t like. This has been expressed forever by the colour blue, which is really sky blue.”
― Louise Bourgeois, Louise Bourgeois: Drawings and Observations

 

Celebrate

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Letting Paint Dry 2012 by Drea Jensen Though we are constantly surrounded by magnetic energy, by looking carefully, we can find internal harmony. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/letting-paint-dry-2012-drea-jensen.html

Letting Paint Dry 2012 by Drea Jensen
Though we are constantly surrounded by magnetic energy, by looking carefully, we can find internal harmony.
http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/letting-paint-dry-2012-drea-jensen.html

While I Am Writing a Poem to Celebrate Summer, the Meadowlark Begins to Sing
By Mary Oliver

Sixty-seven years, oh Lord, to look at the clouds,
the trees in deep, moist summer,

daisies and morning glories
opening every morning

their small, ecstatic faces-
Or maybe I should just say

how I wish I had a voice
like the meadowlark’s,

sweet, clear, and reliably
slurring all day long

from the fencepost, or the long grass
where it lives

in a tiny but adequate grass hut
beside the mullein and the everlasting,

the faint-pink roses
that have never been improved, but come to bud

then open like little soft sighs
under the meadowlark’s whistle, its breath-praise,

its thrill-song, its anthem, its thanks, its
alleluia. Alleluia, oh Lord.

Opening Day

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Prayer for Cameron 2013 by Drea Jensen The ability to stay strong and see the good when things are pushing down around you can go a long way, positivity is worth far more than some think. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/prayer-for-cameron-2013-drea-jensen.html

Prayer for Cameron 2013 by Drea Jensen
The ability to stay strong and see the good when things are pushing down around you can go a long way,
positivity is worth far more than some think.
http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/prayer-for-cameron-2013-drea-jensen.html

Opening Day

There is a prayer inside
our hearts
stitched with red thread

On opening day
your legacy lives on
Cameron Varnell

Captured in the perfect pitch
the ball thrown to the mitt
cheers from family and friends

We are on the sidelines
while you take center stage
performing
eyes bright blue
your smile alive and present

When a young man dies
our souls shatter
fragments of our former selves

Our soft animal hearts witness your souls journey
from the physical to the spiritual

Your friendship lives on
Cameron Varnell
each pitch a prayer.

~ a poem dedicated to Cameron Varnell
August 19, 2000 – April 16, 2013