For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
― T.S. Eliot
The wind exhales
prayer flags flutter
sending in the sacred.
and gathers love.
is strong vertical foundations holding us up in times of challenge, green as our growth, gold as our needs. Sacred prayer flags embed our pleas. The moon whole in every phase guides in graceful light. 15“ x 30“ x 2.5“, cradled birch support.
May the returning of the light bring you great joy!
My wish for all of us that the turning of the wheel brings us closer to our whole selves, and closer to one another.
I am reminded during this snowy season to take time to watch the snowflakes drifts from the Sky to the Earth, and may it awaken our peace within.
"Time seems to slow down as I work. The moment is extended, the flow of time measured, departure delayed. While I observe, the other senses are alert. I taste the air and the dust, I feel the rough stones, hear the cicadas, smell the smoke. And somehow this will find its way into the picture."
- Jorg Schmeisser
As a working artist/retired art educator, I've always lived the artful life. Let's share!