If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity

Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me

"Up to Me" by Bob Dylan)

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Belgian Sketch circa 1990

                       

Here is a sketch I recently discovered in an old book from the days in Belgium, and I added some color to it!

Sunday, May 06, 2012

Forest Song


Late Spring’s tributaries are muddy encasements
joining into a larger stream, 
following its source
the forest song 
murky stream murmuring
the sharp whistle of wood thrush
diaphanous light filtering into the canopy 
lime-yellow shining!
I am listening to the forest song
and all that it tells me is ancient and perduring.
Kneeling on the rusty yellow Winter mosses
shielding new red sprouts and tendrils;
lone hanging oak limb
pale buds silhouette the setting sun,
mist on steely grey Glendale.
The song of ripples and wavelets
soothes me in rhythmic caresses.
Giving praise to God in all things, 
worshipping the beauty of the Lord
in this Springtime kingdom;
shining and opening before me
envelops my musing 
gives me a sweet new song.