Healing tendrils of flight

Healing

                                                                                                                 Tendrils
                                                                                                                            of F
                                                                                                                                 light
                                                                                                                                 I
                                                                                                                                 go
                                                                                                                                the
                                                                                                                                 Tendrils
                                                                                                                                               Fly

Retreat

Fall approaches

Smells

Change

Thoughts

Comfort food

warm drink

good cheer

Nestle time

Retreat

Gather together

Women

Create

Dance

Sing

Let go .... 

I am considering the next women's retreat. I have found a spot to hold this incredible event. The link is below. If there is interest please send me a message on my website below as well. If we have the numbers we will entertain the notion of gathering once again. 

Where we would gather:www.redsunlabyrinth.com

Leave a message: Annie Allen Art annieallenart.com

Pour

The coffee pours thick this morning, cream trails through...images of mother hit thick. Babies, nestled, babies born...babies lost. Be strong...cry quietly. 

Skies pour thick this morning, smoke trails through...images of land lost... hit thick. Trees, water, animals born...animals lost. 

Be strong...cry loudly

Reflection provides strength & wisdom.

All circles around. 

Water heals

drips

p

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In the Twinkle of an Eye

In the vast sky I lose myself...

Twinkling lights spill upon the earth's surface illuminating beauty

Complications exist in the voices that surround me

I look up

Hiatus....

In the twinkle of an eye all can change, 

health disappears

wrinkles of weariness appear.

I look up

Hiatus...

Reactions vary

Hope exists around corners

I look up 

Hiatus...

In the vast sky, in the twinkle of an eye... a prayer escapes with the moisture of my eye. 

Changing The Dynamic of Lineage

Wrong-doings, hurts, sorrows, indiscretions...apologies. I've had a few and created quite a few.
The past haunts.
Mistakes made, words said....undercurrents of deep love always exist.
For twenty beautiful expressions said...one expression (without thinking) dissolves the twenty well-meaning thought out expressions of love. 
Humans are complex.

Movement forward, reflection... I love aging. It treats me well. Youth...it was harsh on me, scared me and left me exhausted. 
Raising children...that was icing on the cake of youth. 
Youth allowed play time with them...
Aging would have allowed wisdom and silence more. Just keep going, just keep plugging... 
I'm in love with the ones I've helped create.
Their turn to try & do their best for the future lineage. 

Digging up Roots & Planting Color

Digging, excavating...allowing time to creep into our bones and information to disperse through our system. We all come from somewhere... lines of colors, shapes, sizes & varieties... thus spice of life.
Differences, often, produce disharmony. Competitive spirits exist within us... thrusting forward demanding recognition... but all lines are of value and provide the great diversity of the world we live in.
While digging we realize the ponderous lines have come through many hardships... floods, washed out coulees, jagged cliff edges, sun-parched lands. The struggles have weakened & strengthened the lines of color. Clinging together for strength, lines have intermingled resulting in harmonious new colors & possibilities. Planting occurred and the power of new seedlings provides hope in a world ever-changing.
Dedicated to the immigrants who filled Montana with diversity in the 1890's.

I was fortunate to guide & teach an art camp at the Sculpture in the Wild, http://www.sculptureinthewild.com, in Lincoln Montana. Our theme was "Digging up Roots & Planting Color". We studied immigration and the beautiful ripple effect it had on our state. This same ripple, in beautiful lines of color, affects us today. Through food, games, crafts, work, and etc. Mixing, mingling, & blending occurred.
The lesson continued to grow as we discussed our connections to the international artists from all walks of life. We are connected in one form or another. Beautiful lines of diversity.
I'm filled with pride to live in a state of beauty and old values. My hopes & prayers would be acceptance of all lines, shapes, colors...

Windbreak

There is an ambience to a windbreak, created by humans, protecting & providing. Hidden from the world, I rested among the branches leaning into the comfort of trees. Wings filled the air with flitting sounds, beaks filled the air with chatter and music. Sunlight filtered in allowing daydreams to persist. Sitting quietly allowing rabbits the curious moment of testing me with their nose and viewing with sideways glance. My granddaughter does this same curious movement. Girl of the earth sniffs the air and views her grandmother with a quick sideways look before scampering in all directions.
It is good to exist hidden from view. Times are troubling, windbreaks are needed...sniffing the air for safety and comfort..
Using my hands is comforting. I believe it was comforting for the father to build windbreaks... protecting & providing.
Perhaps the earth is in need of more windbreaks, strong windbreaks to protect us from cruel words, from bullies who persist. Where we can listen, smell and cast a sideways glance.