zondag 29 januari 2017

I hope the earth remembers him, as i do.......

I thought the earth remembered me,
She took me back so tenderly
Arranging her skirts
Her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before
A stone on the riverbed,Nothing between me and the white fire of the stars,
But my thoughts.
And they floated light as moths
Among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
Breathing around me.
The insects and the birds
Who do their work in darkness.
All night I rose and fell,
As if water, grappling with luminous doom.
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times
Into something better.
~ Mary Oliver

David, missing you .........3 years.......in mijn hart voor altijd...

vrijdag 13 januari 2017

The moon and I............

Het begon eigenlijk vanzelf, jaren geleden, mijn werken met de fases van de maan. Tot het me opviel en ik het bewust ging doen. Iets nieuws beginnen met nieuwe maan en met volle maan iets afmaken.
Deze volle maan is dit nieuwe Godinnenkleed niet afgekomen, maar wel de basis,  en daar ben ik blij mee.

I like working with the phases of the moon. Starting something with the new moon and finishing something at the full moon.
This new Goddess cloth is only in the beginning but i finished the base...........
Feels good!

maandag 9 januari 2017

Take your broken heart...........

Take your broken heart and make it into art..............

Carrie Fishers words i heard this morning. So true. I live by them for nearly three years now. How could i go on living without making art?

zondag 8 januari 2017

The witchery of living.........

The witchery of living
is my whole conversation
with you my darlings.
All I can tell you is what I know.
Look, and look again.
This world is not just a little thrill for the eyes.
It's more than bones.
It's more than the delicate wrist with its personal pulse.
It's more than the beating of the single heart.
It's praising.
It's giving until the giving feels like receiving.
You have a life - just imagine that!
You have this day, and maybe another, and maybe still another.
- Mary Oliver