Red rock

I dreamt of the red rock last night.
Aching to see coyotes under the clear, starry sky
To hear them calling in the habitat that was made for them.

I relinquish it all.
I hand it over.
I am free.

I send it up to the stars so that it meanders
around until it finds no place to land
and then evaporates as if it never
existed at all.

Awakening

Be Still and know that I Am God.  - Psalm 46:10

"Stillness is the language of God. Everything else is just a bad translation." - Eckhart Tolle

Awakening
He speaks to me through stillness.
His voice not heard but felt.
A power of oneness flowing through me.
Living in the NOW, that is my gift.

This "now" has no room for the past
nor the future.
It has no room for guilt or should haves.
This now has the power to consume all the sadness....
all the brokenness.
Until it withers under the sun.
The smallest speck of light can now swallow up
galaxies of darkness.



"To become rooted in the aliveness and fullness of the present -that is to lead a spiritual life." - Eckhart Tolle

Broken wing

My first memory was when I was probably 3 or 4. I was in the bathroom standing on a chair brushing my teeth. I remember my reflection. It stared back at me in disbelief and fear. I kept brushing. The chaos and fighting then came behind me. I feared falling off the chair. Maybe I was bumped in the process. 

By the time I was 6, I knew a life that I didn't want. I had a nerf soccer ball and played on the neighbor's basketball goal. I taught myself to shoot. I gained my strength and moved up to a real basketball. I had a passion for something. I had an outlet. My plan was to play basketball in college and leave the life of screaming, chaos, drama, and negativity.

At 8, my little sister was born. I had a new reason for living. My happiness grew and I began taking on responsibilities that no 8 year old should have. It didn't matter. I had to be the grown up. To survive and cope.....I had to do this.

Here I am 30 years later, and the chaos and drama no longer have it's power over me. I am free of it. I have the power to release it with writing and painting. I can come here and send it out into the universe until it begins falling to the earth and is consumed by the atmosphere. 

Beautiful obliteration!
seeking somewhere to rest for a while, it's molecules break loose
the matter of its makeup all of a sudden make no sense.
the reality is no longer held together by turmoil and verbal abuse

My broken wing has healed. 
stitched together by freedom. by love.
lifted up by forgiveness.
I soar higher than before.

I rise up. 
My eyes transfixed on my own blue sky.
I awake to renewal.
I awake to the sun shining brightly
in my window reminding me of 
the magnificence of nature.


This is the life I choose. 

"With a broken wing, she still sings.......Man you outta see me fly!"

Broken Wing

inspired by Martina McBride's Broken Wing

Art Journaling and a video

I am so thrilled to announce that I am the cover artist for the Spring addition of Art Journaling magazine!!

About 3 weeks ago I saw a coyote run through my front yard. The timing was utterly perfect.

Then, the same night, I woke up and noticed the full moon shining so bright and looked outside. I saw what I thought was the same coyote but as my eyes adjusted it was the legs of deer feasting on clover. perfection. I then knew I wanted to capture this painting that was in my head. I hope you enjoy. 

I have truly been inspired by the inspiring, Anne Patay. please check out her work. 

I have honestly not been the same since!!