Archive for July, 2008

Rain into the lake

July 14th, 2008 – 10:04 pm

one of my favorite melodies

rain on rock and soft patters on flat water

colours of life

July 14th, 2008 – 10:03 pm


can you hear the laugh and call coming from the forest?

Nearly home

July 14th, 2008 – 10:02 pm

She has so many faces

soft and warm in summer flowing over the tideflats making delicious swimming
or dark and grey covered with chop
I find her beautiful in all of her guises
This place is very close to home

wind rocks the heart

July 13th, 2008 – 11:48 pm

Wind rocks the heart


daughter of the Northwind

July 13th, 2008 – 11:45 pm

the land
is different
when you have lived there


seen the sun
set rise
disappear return

the land is different
when you know
here are roots

Nils-Aslak Valkeapää

I am a Daughter of the Northwind

My grandmothers were born of the Northwind.
Their roots slip back through distant time to Scandinavia and found ancient path deep into North American earth […]

old growth

July 5th, 2008 – 11:00 am

Ancient sentinels
watchers of the West

dream voices

July 5th, 2008 – 9:20 am

when it rains….when it is too cold to work in the studio….when it is too hot….
or simply when…


I move away from the big paintings, take small squares of paper and my paints onto the covered patio, or under my Ash tree.
I listen
to the Rain, the Wind, Empty Space and who […]

Evening reds

July 5th, 2008 – 7:47 am

Reds of Evening
Reds of evening
fires of delight along the path

More small works in Dream Voices tseka

Rain walking

July 5th, 2008 – 7:30 am

Rain walking

rain drumming
on my parka hood

Lost in Mist

mist laying down glitter

among the grasses
and diamonds on the leaves

soft rain and mist

Misty Trail

secret paths
that disappear in the sun

More small works in Dream Voices tseka

the dreamer’s wind

July 5th, 2008 – 7:09 am

on the garden gate
every-so-often in the wind
copper on brass
Listening in the black night
I am hearing other bells
on the otherside of the world
otherside of my life
cow bells
clanking greeting
on soft May-green slopes
goat bells, sheep bells
tinkling, clinking
woven in the dreamer’s wind