Art Propelled

 One of my transparent collages, Brainwave, is featured on one of my favorite blogs.

Art Propelled

and included another beautiful poem by Mary Oliver- ending with...

The blades of every crisis point the way. 
I would it were not so, but it is. 
Who ever made music of a mild day?" - Mary Oliver 

Look here

When I am Among Trees

When I am Among Trees

Mary Oliver (Thirst)

When I am among the trees,

Especially the willows and the honey locust,

Equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,

They give off such hints of gladness.

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,

In which I have goodness, and discernment,

And never hurry through the world,

            but walk slowly and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves

And call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,

“and you too have come

Into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled

With light, and to shine.”

Hello, Sun in My Face!

Hello, Sun in my face.

Hello, you who made the morning

and spread it over the fields and 

into the faces of tulips

and the nodding morning glories

and into the windows of, even, the

miserable and the crotchety-

best preacher that ever was,

dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe

to keep us from ever darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light-

good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness.

Poem by Mary Oliver

 to help us celebrate the return of light, the new season, the hope we carry  in our hearts.