A Place to Call Our Own: Onward Ranch

I've been searching ...searching for shelter, for love... for the boxcar that would provide shelter from hunger and cold. 

I've been searching...for a place I know ... where sweetness surpassed a cruel world of indifference. A place that held my heart safely from the elements.

I've been searching for a place way over yonder... little did I know that it laid before my very eyes... onward through the pines longingly searching for me too. 

I've been searching for the golden sun shining through the pines... through the aspens with their golden hues...

I've been searching...for a place to call home...way over yonder.

I've been searching ... for worry free panels of glass reflecting my image through the morning rain...peering back was my reflection of love.. 

I've been searching... planting a secret garden where my grand babies, my rug rats could hang, breath, laugh... way over yonder...

I've been searching... the garden of dreams... and along came my soul partner, recognizing my longing... ending the search 

I'm building a place where over yonder, where secret gardens truly exist, where all people can come... play, dance in the sunshine, paint their dreams... breath

Way over yonder

Onward

Thank you Carole King, Thank you Trace, Thank you Blackfoot River, ...to coming home

Way over yonder
Is a place that I know
Where I can find shelter
From a hunger and cold
And the sweet tastin' good life
Is so easily found
A way over yonder, that's where I'm bound

I know when I get there
The first thing I'll see
Is the sun shining golden
Shining right down on me
Then trouble's gonna lose me
Worry leave me behind
And I'll stand up proudly
In true peace of mind

Talkin' about
Talkin' about

A way over yonder
Is a place I have seen
In a garden of wisdom
From some long ago dream
Oh yeah

Oh maybe tomorrow
I'll…

Fall into Colors

I fall into colors... I am a colorist through and through.

Leaping into a imaginary leaf pile of russets, gold & magical reds. Shadows of royal purple live in the negative while shouts of yellow reside in the positive. 

How blessed we are as humans, count our lucky stars, grateful for all. 

Yes we are reminded nothing gold can stay. 

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay. 

-Robert Frost

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

you

u

r

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.