winters end

The last grasp of winters talons ,like the eagles feeding on fish on the incoming tide..I wecome the spring,the long days cold and crisp but still the sun shines.It light the soul of my being ah-ha I say,made it through another winter,with wood still in the woodhouse.Dogs bring gifts at the front door half a rabbit ,Wheres the rest i ask..but the rabbit ain't talking. I think of gardens waiting to be planted,like the tides it will come .I drink my cuppa organic coffee and contemplate the state of being our planet is in,,and wonder why is it those that have the least give the most?Step up to the plate in harms way ,while those that hide behind their dollar are the first to holler not me,not me....i must have a trailer hitch on this hearse..so i can take it with me...none for you..none for them.. I think of full moon over Angkor Wat and the limbless children wanting to run..and that to is me...a limbless child wanting to run wild,,,and all i can do is type in frustration of the hungry both spiritually and emotionally let alone a bowl of rice... So watching not from a bar stool,but from my own reality show ,,,brings to mind the words my gram used to utter...truth is stranger than fiction,and they ain't got no mind it don't matter... I walk the beach in search of sea treasures to sooth me like a dog grooming himself,as my own pack bring feathers ,rocks and kelp to me waiting for approval as i do ..in this village by the sea .Wondering will they ever really know me?? To my own self be true, has become my creed, I continue to bead ,creating a lifetime of work as i travel the world bringing home pearls and coral and carved jade..I give thanks to Kwan Yim for showing me compassion as we all need it . Light another candle to burn the distorted views of many ...to see the truth of what is,,, Love one another,practice kindness verses character assignation ,find your own joy in all that you do ...and it will be all right...and the bulbs i planted in the fall will soon be blooming like a giant Monet painting from the Lil yellow house on waters edge.

Fear no art

Like lace the ice forms at the edges of the slough.Confused ducks wondering what to do.Tides turn ,and so do I towards you ,but the fish ain't running like they used too.Hands don't mend nets or hearts.
Light another candle i say for the day ,for what was and what is..Friends long gone ,new ones made...
Dreams long forgotten come back to me in slumber..that state between awake and not quite..I know the fire has gone out ,as my nose is cold ...throw another log on the fire of my soul.I am much to young to be this old I say to the woman in the mirror whose eyes look at me ..Is that me?
who is she this woman in the mirror,children gone from home, with a man that's been known to roam,
Don't let the past affect your future ...How can it not i ask.
No more herring at the head of the bay, Pebble mine trying to come my way.
Do you know me ?As I thread another needle for a beading project.
Eyes wishing they could see better ,but would I like the view..
Novas got a new dress on as she sees all on the deck overlooking the slough.
She's ready, no L.V...luggage for her just baggage from the past leaving her unsettled...
Another organic coffee i finally have cream for my coffee .
The sun rises and the day begins ..I remain optimistically hopeful...
The hundred mile winds ain't blown her wig off lately lets here it for gorilla glue...will it be able to mend these cracks in my heart?
I who fear no art.