Writing and art-a metaphor for life.
Written words captivate, inspire and motivate us. Much like a work of art, their power is immense. Art and writing have always been like peanut butter and jelly for me. “Living A Creative Life” is my indie writing path on Substack where I share stories, thoughts, and reflections on art, connection, family, adventure, authenticity, intention, wellness and more.
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Two Trees
Two trees stood out among the others
a cedar and pine, I think.
Swaying in the wind.
I watched them in the dark, early morning light.
Unwavering as the sky changed from deep blue to a golden dawn.
All day long their quiet strength and curving branches met an ever changing sky.
That day and everyday since, I smile in this remembrance.
Moments now.Put your feet on the quiet earth and feel a rumble. It’s washing over you, the impermanence of being alive.See a changing face pulling at depth.Gray clouds untamed, wild winds shaking everything we have, which is very little.Rain, mountain tops and match boxes,burnt coffee and adventure.So timely this rain and unexpected nightingale singing into a thousand, scattered stars.SEE blue skies and HEAR river noises. Be led to where time is forgotten and remembered.
The Deep River
Expansive Deep River
noisily churning underfoot.
Hidden below the snow and rock,
seeds and roots resting.
Growing in stillness, they are quiet, becoming ready.
As I watched, there was a stirring and rustling among ice and branch.
Then with great effort (or no effort) four birds rose from the red-brown, snow covered earth. Surrendered to flight.
Meditation
Open Your Eyes.
I did.
Seeing the far off curving shape
of branches hug the dirty window pane.
Almost like they're close.
Sticky fly trap covered;
plants dangling off the shelf,
swinging slightly in the still chilly morning air.
I chose to focus on the glimmer of orange-yellow light.
Rising slowly; growing, expanding,
brighter and bolder through the stark branches.
Presence in the quiet stillness
of a rising sun through murky glass.Click on a Visual Journey below to be taken directly to Substack
