A profound poem…for me, it spoke of how we can take our sufferings and transform them into goodness for others…Beautiful! Please direct your likes and comments to: http://risinghawk.wordpress.com/2014/08/23/gentle-as-she-grows/#comment-2176
look to Brother Wind
and how he delicately breathes life and dances with the grass
look to Sister Ocean
and the life tiptoeing across the crests of her waves
look to Brother Sun
and how his light reflects the deeper image
look to Sister Moon
and how her light enhances the dark
look to Cousin Stars
and their majestic glow that gladdens our hearts
look to Distant Clouds
and how they fill our imagination with wonder
look to Busy Bee
and how it carries the pollen to flower our world
look to Each Other
and how your simple gesture…
a graceful touch…
your listening ear…
gives HOPE to another
Depression is an illness that affects so many, many people. YES–YOU do matter! YES–each of us can do something. We are interconnected. Each of us weaves a thread of our lives into the other’s tapestry, with a simple gesture, a word, a nod…a thought! No matter where we live on Mother Earth, we influence one another. Blessings to all of us, that we may live more mindfully and be present in the NOW to one another.
Spring Lake, Alberta, Canada
Jane H. Johann, Fall, 2013
the cool wind is blowing the young birch tree’s leaves
flowers are preparing to leave their seed for next year’s blossoms
birds are flocking, singing incessantly as they are planning their journey south
and, here am I…
life is in transition all around me
and I am
grandchildren are growing…words blossoming forth
trying to figure out who is the tallest and how much they have grown since yesterday
loving their Mom, beautiful in being themselves
and, here am I
Ayden’s Finished Painting that he entitled, “The Red Bow<“
Nadia’s Finished Painting that she named: “The Colorful Rainbow.” July, 2014
the last image I held of them
were their sad and sleepy eyes
away they sped in the car
while within, my heart did cry
within our children’s hearts
lies the deepest truth and honesty
they are still very intimate with the God- LOVE
that brought them into our absurdity
despite all of the chaos around them
they are able to keep their grins
they still love and let you know
despite your disturbing whims
for in my absence from the house
on top of the stack of papers blue
lied two little stickers from them
saying, I LOVE YOU!
she was up
now, she wandered to the window
…looking out into the London rain
though she wasn’t in London…
but she could have been.
Her mind drifted to her children…
where were they now?
what are they doing?
Are they alright?
Photo Credit: Bobbi; 2014
When…will she see them again?
She went on to scramble the egg
use the Olive Oil
but butter on her toast, not chemically infested margarine!
She wandered to the window…
looking out…hoping…maybe today…
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I took a diversion from my writing and decided the best way to rest was to dabble with my oil paints. I had the privilege of being in Alberta this past year, and while there went to Banff. On the southern track of the Canadian Rockies, part of the Selkirk Mountains, near Canmore, are a trio of mountain peaks. They are named individually, as “Big Sister,” or “Faith,” “Middle Sister” or “Charity,” and “Little Sister,” or “Hope.” Canmore is just east of Banff National Park in southwestern Alberta.
Originally, they were named “The Three Nuns,” by Albert Rogers in 1883. Later the name was changed to “The Three Sisters,” on a map drawn by Dr. George Dawson in 1886. The story that accompanies the naming, is that the three nuns went for a walk and then never returned, and became the “Three Sisters” of the mountain ridge.
I have more of my oil paintings on the 4th page of this blog, entitled MY PAINTINGS, located on the sidebar, as you scroll down, if you are so inclined to view more. When I paint, I am completely into the picture and relaxed. I like to paint when I am completely alone–for me, it is a meditation. Thank you for visiting! Your comments are always appreciated!
Oil Painting by Jane H. Johann; c.August, 2014. near Canmore, Alberta, CANADA