In a street untouched
lit only by yellowed lights
stood a simple doe
ears swooping heavenward
listening
nothing but a silhouette
among the whispering snow
The snow groans beneath our shoes
I can’t take my eyes off the white flecks
that frost your hair
You stir the air with your soft words
that glide from your lips in wisps
of wintry breath
The descending flakes reflect
in your cocoa eyes
Your hand, heavy and warm
preserves mine
We make our way through the winter months
There is power here.
I feel it coursing through my veins, pooling in my joints.
Embroidering my irises with its frozen fire.
Violin strings and Gregorian hymns lift the potential in this mane of hair,
the cello is a lullaby resounding.
Music is sometimes the only way for me to articulate the butterflies valiantly flapping in my throat.
Something about the endless heartbeat of the drum
the pulse of the world and of my mothers
and my sisters
and those who came before me.
Endless.
It is the rhythm of our feet, one dogged step after another.
When I walked the desert, dust in my ears, in my mouth and in my eyes I knew this drumbeat, I knew
Halloween is coming! I can't wait! I have so many plans this year! Seances and ghost tours and costumes and decorations!
I had to put my Etsy store on vacation mode while I packed up and moved to the Pacific Northwest, But its finally back up and running now! Hooray! If anyone is interested in teeny little canvas prints made by me, you can use the coupon code HALLOWEEN for thirteen percent off of everything from now through All Souls Day.
ETSY SHOP
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Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to move out of the desert and into a spectacular forest. I lived in Phoenix, AZ my whole life up until last week, when I finally packed up the pets and moved all the way to the Pacific Northwest. We are now settling in to our new home just outside of Portland and we love it soooooo much!
This move has helped me get over a big pile of sad. I was so sad I didn't paint anything for four months. Not painting made me even more sad. I hope that never happens again. I am still waiting for all of my art supplies to arrive along with my furniture and stuff. As soon as they get here I'll be cranking out oo