Dream Lion Traveling I am working on a series of illustrations for my book, (Working title) Mended Wings: Brokenness As Inspiration This illustration is about the inner journey. Here I depict that interior realm replete with it’s own symbol language. There are two people in each little boat navigating the river together. If just
depression can lift at the sound of a bird I have not written for months and months. I was waiting for inspiration. But my wait, was much more… a pause between moments. To wait can be hard. But to wait openly, is to allow an open territory to be filled in it’s own time. Listen
In the previous post I offered a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks. This poem is a a supplication, inviting us to gather up the parts of us that have been disinherited. The words are strong, unapologetic. The timing, the rhythm , the repetition, soothing us into ease. Her language evokes a state. It builds a place,
Infirm Everybody here Is infirm. Everybody here is infirm. Oh. Mend me. Mend me. Lord. Today I Say to them Say to them say to them, Lord: Look! I am beautiful, beautiful with My wing that is wounded My eye that is bonded Or my ear not funded Or my walk all a-wobble I’m
“Everybody here Is infirm. Everybody here is infirm. Oh. Mend me. Mend me. Lord.Today I Say to them Say to them say to them, Lord: Look! I am beautiful, beautiful with My wing that is wounded My eye that is bonded Or my ear not funded Or my walk all a-wobble I’m enough to be