Being in Tune is Our Job

I don't know if anyone gets as stupid as I do.
But you know, for... umm.... years.... Years! I have been trying to feel that connection with God. You know, that feeling. Trying to feel that feeling. I get desperate.

This morning I realized-
Dude.
If you want to get in tune, you have to tune your instrument.
Keep the strings tight so the bow can stroke the rosin.

And play it for that matter!

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Picture update! I've been sitting in the land of nowhere and it's become clear to me that my process of posting paintings as I work on them is not so smart. Sharing in-process pictures is like going downhill in a red wagon and unscrewing one of the wheels on my way down. As it rolls away and my axle scrapes on the pavement I think I could have... probably.. used that wheel.

So! There's going to be less art up here.
For a few months at least.
I don't know what's going on, but I feel happy for us all.
Nobody can stop us from rejoicing!
Not a thing or a glance or anything!
It's a funny thing that the more I be in me,
the more I feel we.
And when I am in we,
I am in awe.

Low

I saw our lives in the dried leaves tossing all over the yard, cleared out in the sunshine and wind. I saw our lives- the daffodils rising to the sun, how do they grow so quickly?

Our friendship like the young oak alone, and in her experience learns to stretch wide, wide. So that her branches touch another oak, and her roots wrap around the others' roots, so that they become the forest of oak trees, anchored together.

There but before the Gods of Sun, Sky, and Earth.

And I saw a lonely duck, hurrying alone to fly with his flock.

A little bird with a broken leg. And for the first time in a long time the song sang, "Thank goodness for weakness. Thank heavens for hopeless. Thank all the earth for Low. Lakes collecting the glories of God. The precious treasured aquifers, purifying in darkness." The lowest pond is brilliant- reflecting the King of the Sky. Which is great? Broken bird, You are a house of windows where the stars live.

I saw the Hunter, Cat of the Sky, great White Owl. And in his beak he held a little ribbon gift, which twirled in the breeze. And finch leaned into his soft belly feathers to say thank you. A ribbon for my nest.

And all the mountains were majestic, yes, and I never knew they liked to be loved. We like stars, we like bird flowers of the sky, the elephant says, "Will you land on my shoulder?" Everything asking, won't you sing your song? Said the tallest Evergreen low and slow,

"I am
a
big big
tree
and
I love
these
little
(they are
my dear
friends)
wings."

And when the songs were sung.
we had to see - we could see.
Where you been all this time?

Happy Easter!

"He didn't come to be unique."
ED TOWNLEY

"You're going to have trouble in this world.
But take heart. I've already nailed it."

-The Man

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HAPPY RESURRECTION DAY!
May all we are come alive!

by Evelyn de Morgan.

Father to the See

For one moment, Mother and herselves drained out kindly. For to show. She ceased to glimmer, and for a moment silenced her violins, her light fiddling. And all her colors did pause. And upon this curtain that is life, pulled it back so to be empty. In chorus behind her were our Fathers singing, singing, singing. His song: a great rain given to Mother for to weave his veins (so long ago and now), Father we ask to find, there behind the Greatness worshiped, there was He: tender, having cleared many ways, having felt for all the journey. He has seen too much to be seen too much. Would he have us be with him? I have been the path that you were born upon. I made what the way is. And full through me you first come, and meet me singing our song at home again.

Baby Lambs

Ever miss your friends? I know I do. All the time! Thankfully there is presently a gift in my home. It's Aja!
Yesterday we visited Jo and Kirby's farm- it was maple syrup and lamb-visiting day. These babies were just born a few hours prior! Can you see their tiny little selves down there in the hay?
Mother wasn't too keen on our visit. But oh! I had to hold her little baby! She's a dream of softy sweetness. Tight downy curls and a tender little belly...I just heard from some old friends in St Augustine this weekend, and they requested the Waiting on my Friends painting. I'll drive her to Hartford tomorrow for some crating up and shipping off. Bon voyage, m'little birdie!
Ridiculously enough, I'm headed to New York on Wednesday. In Williamsburg near Aja's place there is a perfume gallery called "i hate perfume". Wednesday we're going to smell up the place! You can take a virtual visit if you want, here's their website. I was saying last night I'd really like to be into perfume and smells more. Aja said you're the one who lives your life, that's your choice. Now isn't that a good point!And then! Wednesday night after smelling perfume it's to a workshop with Parashakti and her teacher. I think we're going to sing? Steve and I met Parashakti in Arizona, loved her straightaway, and she said to come to this night at the Open Center in NYC. I said I would. That's what I'm doin! If you're in the neighborhood, please come too.

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Otherwise around here it's sorting and cleaning. Letting go of clothes. Slips. Slips, for example. Should one keep a slip on hand? No. No, I refuse!

Back in the Saddle Again

Howdy Doo, Doodles! I'm back home at ClearPoint. Hope you're feeling right at home too!

While we were away one of my wishes came true. A whole lot of moss grew in the backyard! It's a soft squishy carpet beneath the elm tree. Last summer I was eying up the deer's bed on the trail- the deer have this massive mattress of moss that they sleep on at night. I layed down on it once, but got a little grossed out since deer aren't that antiseptically inclined. And I wished, "O to have my own bed of moss..." and here it be! It's a great spot to hang out.

Steve and I paid our respects to the evergreens- such regal creatures. On our travels I read about pleasing trees with presents of jewelry; giving them twinkly gifts to swing from their branches. I never even thought of it before! That's what I'm going to do.


Winter was just wonderful. All my family and friends are healthy and bright! I feel well-hydrated by the Visiting and Hospitality Season. Now it's on to spring sprouts! It's project central! April is Clean*Lean*Sing Month, and Steve and I are going to be giving free weekly tele-classes on decluttering, cleansing, and beautifying. He's working on the details now in his office, so I'll post a link later. I'm making an "April Cleansing blog" with neat info bits for your perusal. I'll post that link in a few days too.

It's also literally time to get sprouting: poppies, kale, roses, parsley and stuff! All of the baby lavender plants died this winter. We had to shut down the house while away, and they suffered for it. I expected to find everything dead, but my yellow rose bush is still alive! Alive! Alive! There's 10 ancient rose seeds to sprout in an envelope in the refrigerator- oo I hope they do!

All Ways!

Green Yew

A Blessed Spring Time for Us All!

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Love is Lovely