It's a beautiful mornin', it's a beautiful mornin'
Filled with open possibilities
I'm gonna grab the colorful ribbons swirling in the wind
And let them lead me off to higher ground
Where I can float at eye level with the birds
Where I can go sip tea on a fluffy cloud
Be touched by the serenity of a passing Angel
And let God's light bathe me

It's a beautiful mornin', it's a beautiful mornin'
Come join me....... and we'll be a big choir in the sky.....

I usually like painting the expanse of land but here I thought I would zoom in a little closer to see the intricate nuances of nature......

TOUCH YOUR STAR
I wish for you the star you want to touch
The gust of wind that will lift you to soar  above the clouds

I wish for you to feel complete
Despite the fact that sometimes you may feel beat

I wish for you the tide to come in
To pick you up for a coaster ride 
On the crest of a rolling, tumbling, laughing wave
And may you laugh with it with a joyful heart

You were where you ought to have been
All those experiences were to prepare you to do great work 
Still yet to be done that only you can do
Do us a favor and just be the beautiful you....... xo

I was trying to discern
If it was infatuation or love
I was trying to discern
If you could love me for what I was
Even after I was stripped of all the facades
And the flaws were all there bare and clear

I wasn't looking for physical love
I was looking for a higher connection
Between not just two minds, not even just two hearts
But between two souls and two spirits
A connection that transcends all earthly bounds
Is it possible to have such love while we're here in the flesh and blood
Or do we have to be returned to dust
And our souls are released back to the heavens
Before we are able to comprehend such love.

Well...whatever it is...love fiercely as best as we can, is still the Operative word while we're of this earth.

Oh Gosh! It's Monday
Yesterday was the weekend
And it's another 4 more whole days before the next

Life gets busy, life gets noisy, life gets very crowded
Hurriedness, busyness, uptightness
The space between my ears and shoulder grows narrower

Eckhart Tolle said
Take a moment, close your eyes, look inward
Become aware of your own breath 
Travelling through your physical being
Slowly down your arms to your fingertips
And then your legs all the way to your toes............................. 

And lo and behold, I have thus entered my own sanctuary within my inner being

Now if only I can stay in this sanctuary all day 
Admidst all the banterings, chatterings, noisiness and din While attacking my long-as-my-arm To-do list!

Inspired after my conversation with my brother, G.

You're drawing me in
With the attention you're giving me
Do I open up or do I rein in......

You put me on a pedestal
I have never dared climb 
You make me feel alive and awakened
For a flicker of a moment
I felt I could really fly
Can I really believe your heart beats for me

Then I realised
I have to look within
To give myself these same beliefs about myself...

It was really the first hot painting day of this year 
And with hardly any leaves on the trees
There was no shade to be had

Always amazes me how fast people shed their layers
Like they've laid out their shorts and T-shirts 
Ever ready to jump into them as soon as the weather turns

Three policemen out on their bikes
Approached me: Had I seen a 5ft2  man in the prime of his life
Disorientated and had been missing

PLEASE let him be found!


Omigosh...I never want to stand back
And step upon some remains 
Like how they always start what was my favourite show,CSI 
Silly, I know to think like that
Goes to show what you feed your mind 
Is what  comes back to color your outlook on life

A cheery lady walked up towards me
As I stood painting behind my easel
Turned out that she's a painter too 
Out for the day with her Mom

Here they are well set up 
With bright colored canopied chairs
Dropped of at 11pm 
To be picked up by hubby at around 5pm
Wow! You're gonna be well aired from the day, I piped
And stood admiring
How Mother and  Daughter sits side by side
Mother doing cross-stitch 
While my new friend switches between cross-stitch and painting

An enviable situation
As I stood longing....my own Mother in another faraway land

It's nice to have a painting companion come along
Here he is, with his feet and coffee planted firmly on the ground.

He brought coffee, he didn't bring me one.
That's all right, I no longer drink coffee
I brought a mango-cantaloupe-watermelon-peanut butter smoothie, I didn't bring him one
Just as well for he looked at my orange muckety goop
And asked why I was having baby food
To which I sweetly snapped, " When one's busy painting, there's hardly time to chew..."
 

I had always wanted to paint this statuesque tree trunk in a field: it lends beauty and character to its surroundings, standing tall to match the cement plant towers behind it.