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That one day, everyone will discover the magnificence you are ~ I am… Found in the True Authentic Self of Precious Unconditional Love
I Dream That one day, everyone will discover the radiant being you are ~ I am… Found in the true Authentic Self of Precious Unconditional Love
I Dream That one day, the whole entire universe will discover The Pure sweet Love found in the True Authentic Self.
I Dream That the Divine Glow in you and me, will one day flow sweetly and free Through our true Authentic Self, to one another forever.
When the higher emotions are conscious, there is real peace, love, and joy found within us all, and in abundance.
Let us all walk toward our beautiful morrows together.
A NEW DAWN
I began a new peony today
It started out an ordinary peony, if of course a peony could be ordinary.
It was a beautiful balmy afternoon in October 2008. There were no appointments due to arrive, the phone was unplugged, and the door locked. It was a perfect peaceful day, calm and quiet.
The hum of the ceiling fan oscillated at a nice gentle rhythm. The fire door was open allowing a wonderful flow of fresh fall scented air to circulate through the studio. My favorite music was playing. A Low, dreamy, cascading rhythm of heavenly notes quietly resonated within the atmosphere of my magical space.
I was very much enjoying the sweep of the brush on the new canvas. I had laid down the background medium, which left the application of pigment to flow with ease. My proprietor, Newal, had given me a brand new, very fine 4” soft longhair brush that put joy in the sweep of the arm. There is nothing like a brand new brush to start a new piece of work.
When ready to go to the blank canvas it is important that the mind and soul are also blank, empty, clear, and ready to receive the gentle promptings of spirit. It is there that there is endocept, the beginning of thought.
The brush danced. Detachment entered as I watched my hands work. I sat in the seat of the omniscient, the witness.
This place was not new to me, but somehow today was a bit different. Today I wanted to be the flower instead of the witness.
I entered the canvas and became the cadmium yellow deep floating in a rich creamy, violet mist that was grounded in a soft titanium white. I could feel light passing through my petals, warm and fluttery like the gentle wings of a butterfly. There were flowing shadows of light and dark values melting into my cadmium hues and lemon yellows only to fuse into the nothingness of diaphanous white. I was, no more.
The whole of time stood still, and then a sound so subtle that it was almost not there brought me back to awareness. It was more felt than heard.
At first, I thought it was the rustling of leaves whispering outside my door. Totally oblivious to the eight brushes I held in my hands, I put them down and went to the door to have a look out at the world beyond the little studio walls where all is safe and quiet. There was not even a breeze. No trees whispered the call of fall outside. There were only the sounds of the hustle and bustle of the hurried world below. I waited there for a moment or two observing before returning to the quiet stillness inside.
I turned around, looked at the canvas, and then fell hopelessly in love. I was breathless.
The sensation of whispered, rustled sound like one would imagine to be the feathering of an Angel’s wing, was there forever in My Peony.
I returned to the easel blissful, soft, and full.
Thank you Holy Spirit for the gift of sensitivity that bestows Your glorious promptings to the soul.
My Peony ~ A work in Progress
A SUNNY DAY ON BONNIE BRAE’
There is an old house on the top of Bonnie Brae’ point in Oshawa on the Lake. I would take the two children there, to climb the cliff to the top and lay in the grass dreaming and sharing those dreams.
I would like to take this opportunity to share that magical time with my children here on HH for other children to aspire and surrender into their dreamy moments where time is no more.
Bonnie Brae’ point will always be the perfect place to be…
I lay under the whispering willow a’top the Cliff on Bonnie Brae’ A’ gaze at the fluffy white clouds drifting peacefully upon the lapping, wavy sounds
I am spread wide as I can be Amongst the rustling grasses of Bonnie Brae’ Ventured a look into the blazing sun Thinking a lot about shapes, shapes that grow and blow and come
A buzzing bee sips sweet pollen from things blowing right next to me All the yellow daisies that just keep blowing, blowing, blowing Buzzing and blowing Buzzing and blowing Blowing, and flowing O’h, how sweet the buzzing and blowing.
I am drowning in the sea of chartered knowing A’ye, what will be will be
I am lost in the sounds of the buzzing and blowing Blowing, flowing, knowing in this sea that is me Lost amongst the loving memories of Bonnie Brae’
Well hello my old beloved friend~it's lovely to see you here & I have missed you. It is so nice to visit your page to see your most elegant art work. It has always fascinated me~the rich beauty you can put onto canvas. I hope all is well. And by the way you look fantastic in your new picture.