Ready for Quiet

to softly melt into the welcome, warm embrace of honey soft, slow quietude. To drift down, safe into solitude & hear the voice of the gods without breaking the silence…

feather soft, I hear your words of love.


Small Stone: Time like liquid~


Time, like liquid,
spirals down into Autumn.
One day, the sun pours over the scarlet leaves like amber;
the next, grey curtains of rain wash the brown hills & nourish them for winter.
Time, like liquid, spirals season into season.


Lately, I have been exploring art journals as another expression of creativity. I am still very much on square one with this process, but I have an idea of how I want to play with this small stone on a prepared page.  Until the page is painted and scribed, I leave you with the words I was playing with this morning.