the future is exploded
time again undone
My mother loved roses. The Oracle caught my mood.
magic flower laughs
opens remembering heals
like stars aborning
sacred spirit shines
between memory and rose
flowering the soul
blue on blue–feathers
echoing sky holding sun
as wings scatter light
Blue Jay feathers are not really blue, but appear so because of the way the light reflects off of them. At least that’s what all the bird websites say…
I am on call for Federal Jury duty the next 2 weeks. Not sure what it means for getting anything done, but no electronics allowed in Federal Court–including phones–and I have to call every night to see if I need to show up the next day. I may be around, or not.
The birds have been extra-present around here this spring…I can hear them waking the day right now. Happy Draw-a-Bird Day!
translations of light–
shifted green a mirrored edge
“Work well and have gratitude to Mother Earth.”
“If we do not serve what coheres and endures, we serve what disintegrates and destroys.”
“When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.”
— Audre Lorde
water is quiet
listening to the secrets
of deep spirit winds
Brown eyed handsome man:
the things you used to do. That
Rock and Roll music.
A few years ago I did a Sketchbook Project of haiku and grids based on Monet’s water lilies paintings. So when I saw the dVerse prompt for work based on impressionism, I decided to revisit my obsession with Monet’s work. The Magnetic Oracle was helpful in getting me started, and then I did one on my own.
I think I will be staying with this for a little while again too.