With a baby in the crook of my arm, I am in this moment of stillness. Tucked in with a blanket of love, I am in this moment of stillness. Immersed into the essence of life, I am in this moment of stillness. I take a breath and let go all the musts and dos,…Read More
Dancing Cloud, Dancing Cloud
can’t hear the drumming of her heart
clear and loud, clear and loud.
Lost within, far away from her tribe,
she has forgotten her primal truth.
Dancing Cloud’s soul – has been bribed
throughout her wild and stormy youth.
so does creativity and time.
Like the waves of an ocean,
the moments roll on, roll on.
She – the mystery of
the consciousness depths –
among the whispers
of her hips.
Relaxing magic of needle feltingRead More
Out of the depths
of her soul,
with her belly full
with her womb full
of Creative Force
Sometimes, we cooperate, bringing to life a Mosaic of our Sensitivities. Beauty. Magic. Here and Now. Sometimes, Creativity doesn’t want to come. There are no words, no images, no ideas. But there is the need to create, to express myself. There is still this yearning for sharing a piece of my Soul with others, to…Read More
Don’t be afraid?
We all yearn for intimacy …
The power within each of us, radiating from our sacred space – protecting, creating, loving. Trust it. Follow it. Value it. This painting came to me during one of the creative sessions I share with my friend. I connected deeply with my sacred famine, and I let my inner creativity guide me. Intuitive art. Music,…Read More
One evening, I met up with the inspirational Emilie Barton. We went to the nearby meadow and sat comfortably on a blanket. The sun was hugging us warmly, and the closeby trees were rustling quietly. I made some tea and poured it into little red tea bowls. I handed one of them to Emilie. Slowly…Read More
The delicate, nearly see-through mist drifts across the meadow, lifting unhurriedly and letting the golden light of dawn illuminate the dew-soaked grass. The wildflowers turn their heads lazily towards the sky as they seek the warmth of the first sun rays. With a wicker basket in her hand, a young woman enters this pristine temple…Read More