On Being

“It must be such a burden to bear”

“No”

How can this be?

A secret very few know-

My variable angels have no weight

It’s lessons and listening as of late

And I myself sometimes feel to float

Upon the daylight or frozen moat

My voice is a whisper then

And my very being

Do I pretend?

My limb or perhaps an invisible wing

That is- It’s invariably light

But still witness to everything

It is then that-

I can only be seen in the bright rays of the sun

Where chirping, faint barking and awakened rivers run

Not indoors where oxygen is tight

Although I still do fear the black opaque night

Often I’m visited in dreams

It’s either they or I who first arrive

Maybe unaware of the plot

But the background is just so Alive

Feeling a sense of loss

Being as the only one-

But nevertheless-

I’m here to get things done

Is it a burden?

I say “No”

For maybe she’s meant to share

(This lighthearted Being)

Both what she Saw and

What she is now Seeing.

Art-Works

This morning I was given an opportunity to teach a Draw Your Pet Class at a local library.

The children brought in photos of their own pet.

As I describe the process I go through when creating renderings for my shop Pupspressions, they listened intently.

First they sketched out their subject while they were to think about the personality of their pet. (The idea is to bring out the personality in the drawing.)

As the class came to an end, I realized that even though most drawings were not proportionately correct, it was the student’s innate creativity that made the Art-Work.

I think we are all born with a creative spirit, but sometimes don’t exercise it as we grow up.

Get out a pencil, or marker and keep your creative spirit alive.