There are days, when I sit on that bench, near these luscious beauties, which I have named “the three sisters”. Wondering often, if they could speak, what infinite wisdom would they share.

They are infinitely magical to me, changing the lines of their bark to peer at me in all kinds of shapes, color and forms. But, no matter the transformation of these “sisters”, they always appear as women, whispering to me, daring me to discover their infinite wisdom.

But, I cannot… all I can do in my mere attempts, is to sit in their beauty and try to capture a fleeting glance, a colorful whisper, a dancing tone…knowing their infinite magic will outlive mine.

This week, in stillness, I try to capture the infinity of nature and peace…let’s all meet there in that infinity.  Peace

I miss the days of just worrying about getting my allowance because I didn’t clean my room, worrying about whether Kevin Thomas liked me as much as I liked him or worrying whether my extremely curly hair would frizz up in the humidity! The days of being a teenager.

My worries are much greater today and they seemed to be centered around others. My children, my parents, my extended family, my friends, my environment…who’s going to be the next President of the USA! Yeah, in our days in time we do need to worry about who’s going to be President. The worries of someone opening the door to being fifty years old.

But this morning I looked out on my deck and looked at the beautiful tree that’s been haunting my thoughts over the last week and my worrying over completing her portrait, which I just finished.

I know and adore that tree, it’s a female entity, since she nourishes and shelters most of the wild life in my back yard. She has a giant hole in the middle of her trunk where I imagine her heart is and it’s open, bearing her soul to all.

Today, I worry about the environment and hope that the generations to come take care of her.
Please do something for her today…don’t litter, bask in her glory, recycle, be green always…

Have a happy, glorious and safe green weekend and week!

What does it take to grow an artist? Well…we start off with a little tiny SEED and then we watch it grow.

In my cartoon imagination it would start with a seed that would grow into palettes of color, then into a child who would crawl off and be discovered!
Happy Week to all the growing artists!