Be... Dream... Play...

ripe with fruit...

the rains of June

are now the jewels of July

can my earth be any more green?

I wonder...

at this glory - this bounty

walking the Sanctuary labyrinth

in between rain storms

a circuitous path

under towering green

our

paths

are

indeed

ripe with fruit

and fair

with flowers

and the rain jewels

that allow and allot them

with fertile intention

happy InterdepenDANCE day!

xox - eb.

little flames...

these little flames

lighting up

the end of the day

little heart beats

flickering

tiny passions

burning

little ones awaiting

vehicles

and a license

to navigate

the above

and the below...

xox - eb.

smells like love...

seventeen years ago

when I came here for the first time,

the mock orange was blooming

and I decided that

this is where I would die

every end of June

when the mock orange blooms

it always

smells like love...

xox - eb.

sunrise, sunset and a lunar adjustment...

cloud gazing has brought

very definite rewards

color puddles are speaking

in old and new languages...

and after many forks in the road

my old friend

painting

is visiting,

taking tea

(with lemon)

and staying awhile...

xox - eb.

* ooo! - featured here and here *

art and meaning...

Katherine Treffinger

of the glorious Treffinger Daily

has a wonderful project about art and meaning

and I am delighted to be a participant...

go here and enjoy...

xox - eb.

Thursday with Morgan...

you can be any animal in the world

what animal are you?

"I am a white Mama kitty with stripes and spots."

done...

xox - eb.

Dear Morgan...

Dear Morgan,

I loved painting with you last Monday

and I must tell you that you are currently

my very most favorite artist...

I love your jeweled Princess crown

and the glass slippers you are wearing

as you run through a grassy field

collecting daisies.

Morgan - you have taken me down

the rabbit hole of memory and I have re-visited

a time ten years ago before you were born

when my son was almost five just like you

and we painted together...

just like with you - I would trace his body

on mat board and he would BEcome...

a rabbit, a dog, a zebra, an elephant...

those were the days - the salad days of magic

and imagining...

and Morgan - now I am wanting to do this too

and to create a sanctuary

where women come together

to trace their bodies on large plywood

and discover the Temple

that they walk with each and every day

you know this Morgan

you have not forgotten

as we put the last touches on your painting

you stepped back and exclaimed:

"I am beautiful and perfect"...

I will never forget these words

and I would love to share this feeling

and self-recognition with others.

Thank you Morgan

for teaching me this most radiant lesson

xox - eb.

ps - I am envisioning a workshop along these lines

if this process intrigues you - please e-mail me

@ planetboone@comcast.net

deep diving and potential flight...

more color puddles

encouraging

flower bearing friends to emerge...

and meanwhile

returning

to the scrap pile approach

to journaling

some real comfort in that

curious that

we sometimes forget

what it is that suggests

deep diving

and potential flight...

xox - eb.

grateful...

to be their daughter

and his Mom

happy Father's Day

happy Solstice..

xox - eb.

wingwalker, rockstacks and other small joys...

with dry sunny weather

I find myself working inside and out

the sun dries my wet pages

and seals collaged elements quickly

I run from one small joy

to the next

as little folks pop out of paint puddles

thinking a lot these last few days

about the process

in making stuff

why we make the choices we do

wondering

as certain compositions and images recur...

I found a little box of saved grocery receipts

circa 1914

and a wingwalker

and one thing led to another...

xox - eb.