“Each of us is an artist of our days; the greater our integrity and awareness,
the more original and creative our time will become.”
― John O'Donohue,
i forget that there is always pain in life;
and in that pain, forget momentarily that suffering is optional.
in the mist of pain, sleepless nights, and bitterness,
i take myself to the arboretum where i find refuge.
i find refuge in texture and light, seeking out darken paths
and BRILLIANT color.
curious eyes awaken a drive deep inside,
and later, as i sit with the images i capture,
i awaken, with calm.
i watch as brave friends, take chances; traveling outside their comfort zones,
for the sake of art, for the sake of healing, for the sake of self.
stop flapping and soar, i say over and over. . .
“May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder. ”
― John O'Donohue, Eternal Echoes: Celtic Reflections on Our Yearning to Belong
i awaken eager to do the hard work; to grab hold
of my life, to seek out mother-earth for healing,
and listen to my gut.
to do something brave, just for me. . .
seek your own refuge this weekend and soar,