Painting in the dark, Lit by candles in the night. “Power” cut, eyes shut.
“And he went back to meet the fox. “Goodbye,” he said. “Goodbye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret : It is only with the heart that one can see rightly ; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” – The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery.
A new year begins, As I watch black birds feeding While I keep painting.
I often wonder: What do I have to offer, the world has plenty.
“Potato mug, potato mug, potato mug, potato mug…” ~~~ Self-expression is A journey inward, Toward (self) discovery. A quiet voyage… a stone in the sea. ~~~
The alligator, – the self-loathing side of me – resurfaced again, to grab a take away feast: Creativity.
Seagull came to me yesterday, after a yoga class focusing on Vishuddhi (or Vishuddha), the throat (and 5th) chakra. Amongst other things, Vishuddhi is about speaking your truth, voicing your needs, saying the things that really need to be said, being able to voice your feelings clearly, with honesty. Its colours are often purple or […]
There is a fierce lion(ess) in everyone, triggered by just one button. which one is it?
the fire never quite goes out. stories reveal themselves, songs are made up or remembered spirits are dancing around us. potatoes are cooked in foil, hot cocoa sipped slowly, or not. embers are red and hot at the end of sticks. the heat on our faces, the smell of fire in our hair and clothes… […]