by pbsartist | Jun 27, 2017 | Uncategorized
Let me live to a really really ripe old age. because it happens all the time. just when i think i’ve done it all i’ve stretched and reached and pulled every last bit of beauty from my being God up and gives me something new to make me dance. Let me live to...
by pbsartist | Jun 19, 2017 | Uncategorized
like a programmed minion i have been searching. for years. a lifetime; and then some. it occurred to me this morning- the birds chirp the tires swoosh the sun touching the rooftops my heart lifting and peaceful i can stop that. at some point we find what we have spent...
by pbsartist | Jun 18, 2017 | Uncategorized
today this alone brings the sun from its turn to take notice of where the light comes from~
by pbsartist | Jun 17, 2017 | Uncategorized
there are people in my world i hear them now running the machinery that makes the noises in the early morning low hum, rumble tooting the horn the train whistling the conductor and watchman in the early morning light tires swoosh the pavement in front and even just...
by pbsartist | Jun 16, 2017 | Uncategorized
the brush strokes wrap themselves around my heart the tiny hands of them grasping my hair brushing my shoulder as I embrace and carry its newness, this paintings infant-love newness into the daylight. creation.
by pbsartist | Jun 16, 2017 | Uncategorized
I did not know there was too- too wide too strong too open. too trusting I thought the entire world wanted to see inside my flung-wide heart-doors and come inside. I did not know there are those in this world who would not come inside- or would come but only to knock...
