Between my ears

 

 

 

hummer blurred zinniasI am a writer.
A word artist, an expression maker.
My typing keys, always faithful,
press each day to create
what I push out of them.
A moment happens that moves me.
And sears its way into my brain.
I must express it
with my pictures and my words.
I make it real.
It allows me to feel.
It is my lifeforce.
And my destiny.

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On Hold

Well I just got waitlistedsun behind clouds
from an art fair that I
felt sure I would get into
again. I’ve done it 3 years
now. But this year, I am
on the waiting list. It’s
the first bad news of the
new year! So, of course,
it doesn’t feel good.

As I sit here and process it, I am reminded that  some of the best stuff gets written or created when someone’s feelings are raw and upended. When we are honest. Clever words are not needed.  And when an artist creates something that speaks of their soul, it is a part of the universe.

There is always a home for our expression. And it will reach the hearts that are meant to find it.  Nothing is ever really wasted if it comes from our truth.

And something newdewy hibiscusDSC_4160 is always being born.