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Tuesdays Artful Response

Tuesdays Artful Response

Photography, poem, poems, Poetry, poetry reading, sabbath, Uncategorized
Sometimes, there is either no time or no energy to do the things that I aspire to do. So, this week, I have no art. For two weeks running, I have not had/taken the time on Mondays to create. Mondays are my set aside day for Sabbath. In general, I try to participate in life-giving activities on Mondays. Visiting my therapist/spiritual director, creating art, Bible study. and such. Even as I typed that, I realized it isn't true! My entire last week was full of Bible study, word study, and appreciating creation. I took some photos. And don't we know that photography is an art? So, I'll share them here a bit. Last week, I was Camp Pastor for a church camp of senior high students. It was busy. Basically 7 messages in 7 days (and preparing a sermon upon my return). So...plen...
JOY . . . I am beautiful now

JOY . . . I am beautiful now

Joy, poem
I have been searching Old Woman and I find her in mySelf Daughters of Copper Woman, Ann Cameron In case you haven’t noticed, I’m beautiful now, beautiful in ways I never was in callow youth ... On fire now with the violet fire of soul speak, treading a lighter path with a brighter spirit. · Sparking pink tourmaline, green jade, amethyst. Blue sapphire flashing through the cloud of my being, shooting stars in a cobalt sky of my heart. I shed the pyrite, lead, hematite, the heavy, the dross. Lost in a whisper of indigo dreams ... like a gray sparrow feather I float through Eternity, a fragile-strong willow-wisp of joy. · In case you haven’t noticed, I am beautiful now, beautiful in the way of all young women in that once-upon-a-time when they were old.
JOY … in our ability to reach out and love

JOY … in our ability to reach out and love

Joy, poem, Poetry
  I think human beings are remarkable for their ability to reach out and love even though they know it’s all going end. the wheat has ripened, the lavender is fading white jasmine breaths into gray signs of rain in your lively days, you were light and laughter now i know you as a shadow across the face of the moon, an empty house in my heartland © 2015, poem and illustration, Jamie Dedes (The Poet by Day and The BeZine), All rights reserved