Dusk is the wagon that night rides in on, then there's dinner, late night reading, and dreamtime sleeping.
Creating a piece of art happens in all sorts of ways, and sometimes it's the night time way. You sense the work coming, then you assimilate it, then you read, or listen into it, and then you are in the dreaming on the piece.
The studio is living room, kitchen, dining room, and bedroom, all in one.
Sometimes the studio is the cafe down the street, where the ideas join in with the sounds of conversation and coffee.
The studio has been the boardwalk along the ocean, as we walk and talk and allow the words to take us into the inner sounds we share together.
The light is fearless, showing up everywhere, even in your sleep, with your eyes closed, still you can find light, as it finds you.
Our inner world has a timing that we listen to, this timing has a pulse that we feel, and the colors we paint are the music of what we see and feel while deep inside our visioning.
Hope your day finds you riding in on the sound of your own listening.
7 comments:
Woohoo! Such serene descriptions, bubbling over with inner chords and harmonies. I've holding one of your works in my hands right now and listening to its music!
Wow...this is an awesome recognition for us to make real for ourselves...thank!!
Could be about the monarch caterpillars chrysalising at the library...wrapping the nite around the day to come back to the light...
Inner world timing & fearless light -- fantastic images and wonderful wisdom! Thank you!
Suzanne & Kristina
Love that line "the colors we paint are the music of what we see and feel" we just drank that up!!~ Sohbet
Thank you so much, everyone!
Thank you, John, for your comment and the fact that you are holding one of our works in your hands and hearing its music!
Thank you, Lyn, with the connection to the butterflies.
Thank you, Kristina and Suzanne, for your wonderful comments!
Thank you, Sohbet, glad you liked the wording and it filled your thrist.
love to you all. ~Clarity
Thank you so very much . i love these words which are more than words but presences that sit down inside and make them selves right at home and they stay and they become. There is no ego in them , none at all, there is no , " i wrote those words, arent i something" , no - they come through you and they are "my" words , and everyones who lets them in. They are a precious piece of us all, and they get put back into us, jjust like that. thanks so much precious spirit.
Listen to this you will love it
The sound of Presence is made clear and the integrity of ones life is given color. The amazement of what is given in color is then felt all through the body ......
*stepping forward into your body, you make the decision you need for the acceptance of your own intent.
"We never doubt the power of the Spirit to bring forth new ways of life fashioned on the one way. .. the unlimited life that comes to earth - holiness comes upon us our song will echo down the ageless void speaking in new cadences to the yearning earth.... i love you all love is our garments, our words, our food, our home, the road, the sidewalk , the sky and most especially - you who knows , maybe ill see you today
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