Collage Monday

The Opened Heart – Mixed Media

The mixed media piece above is a combination of digital & Traditional painting. The center is a Mixed Medium/Acrylic/Watercolor/Ink  8 x 10 inch painting on canvas that I decided to play around with using Corel Painter 7 and Photoshop. For the background I used scanned papers, fabrics, vintage ledgers and anything else I could think of. Wow, did I have fun!

Later, when I went to the market they had pumpkins and gourds  stacked on bales of hay reminding us that change has come and sweet autumn is here. It all made me feel so grateful for being a part of the eternal dance of life from one season to the next.

thought for the day:

In the deep fall don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think

of the birds that will come…six, a dozen…to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond vanishes, and the white field
over which the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.
– Mary Oliver

In Search Of Trees

I’ve spent the month focused on my online store, turning all thoughts and energy to jewelry, I am surprised and happy with what has been unfolding before me. The new designs seem to flow out of me coming from somewhere deep inside ~ these old hands ache but it’s a sweet ache. I do love what I do!

Later today, I took my camera out for a walk in search of trees. I needed a break from the computer and trees call to me and soothe my soul as little else can.

My walk ~ in a word ~ splendid

Trees ~ sky ~ Magic

“There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden,
but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.”
–   Minnie Aumonier

The Heralds Of Autumn

Woke up to a cold, gray morning. Brr

As I stepped out onto the patio, my ears were greeted by the squawking of geese overhead as they made their journey south. The heralds of Autumn.

Afternoon winds gently blowing against the curtains. The smell of old leaves and earth . . . Reflections . . .  Recollections of all the past Autumns . . .  Time slipping by . . . Sweet longing for a place where I can curl up unnoticed and sleep in the late afternoon sun … warm and comforted . . . safe and loved

Weaving ~ Creating ~ For now, this moment is all I need. x0

Sacred Moments

Sacred Moments: She Carries Me

Signs Of Autumn

The signs of Autumn have arrived. Brisk mornings, browning leaves rattling down the street carried by strong breezes and me with a cup of hot coffee in my hand watching the sun slowly rise over the mountain. What an incredibly beautiful day!

Quietly painting in the studio. Images & dreams I will always carry in my heart.

Sonoma Tree Line – Digital Painting – Watercolor & Impasto brushstrokes on layers – 8 x 10 inches

So many signs – Quiet Change

Ephemeral things – soft and fragile

Slower, Deeper – The Wheel of life Turns

To the Light of September

When you are already here
you appear to be only
a name that tells of you
whether you are present or not

and for now it seems as though
you are still summer
still the high familiar
endless summer
yet with a glint
of bronze in the chill mornings
and the late yellow petals
of the mullein fluttering
on the stalks that lean
over their broken
shadows across the cracked ground

but they all know
that you have come
the seed heads of the sage
the whispering birds
with nowhere to hide you
to keep you for later

you
who fly with them

you who are neither
before nor after
you who arrive
with blue plums

that have fallen through the night

perfect in the dew
– w.s. merwiin