Fairly Daily Posts

Window

Snowing, slow sweet emerging morning. Saw Avatar a week ago and now I feel my world entered.
I go there all the time. I enter my paintings. I move obstacles with them and collages of them. I center my world with them. Color is such a gracious giver of life, and I hold it as Light.

There is a balance in the back and forth of it all. This year I know it well, and do not any longer linger in the door of demand.

Repose

The raging effort over, the pendulum swing done, the title concept given, the oven roar of temperature purposed & risen, the motion of ever relied upon. Rest, rest, rest, 10 of 10 followed to the core, all sit and wait for grace & it Is, & it Is, & it Is.

All coming together like parts of a whole, knowing the difference in each, and the wholeness of all. Sacred morning of hope, as it springs forward in each heart and prayer.