My favorite stories lined up one right after another, in no particular order.
dear mermaid,i pray for you and your family as i pray for my own. and you're right- sometimes i feel like screaming them. take care of yourself. keep putting those visions onto paper, both written and painted. you're amazing.love,lisa
we love you too sweet lisa, we are buoyed together by a sea of heartstrings. As always, peace ,love, and the yellow butterfly of san marina...
Hi: Thanks for dropping by my blog and for your generous words. This particular post is the definition of "less is more". I am assuming the art is your. I really love your style. Your use of color shows no fear.
There she is! The blue lady was a dead mermaid?Ha! She must be sleeping. If she's dead, though, lets hook her up to the nearest lightning bolt and make her live again.Or is that what you did already?
eric....this picture was born out of horror in the heart....and the need to float, to be at peace....and so it was.....From this first tiny 5 x5 drawing, came JUSTGIVEMEPEACE and all the pages that have followed....She hangs in my home, one of the very few that still reside with me, reminding me to breathe.....breathe deeppeace~love my friend
That's beautiful.She always makes me very glad when she floats by my blog. I love the words that accompany her presence.In deep, deep waterthe big bang, '76; dragons were bornbeasts like me,E1313a graceful leviathantrading everythingfor the powerto breath life and fireinto one mermaid washed up from the trackless seaand now she floatsshe makes it blue--you know...the trackless sea
...the trackless sea....And I'm floating.....painting in watercolorswithout ever lookingjust fingersswirlingin the trackles sea
If I coulda hung on,coulda, maybe shouldajustwaited a minute or ten for the wind to catch up,coulda said hello to a wild blue lady veiled in late eveningafterglow.From abovea sultry moon goddesscrowning the tropical seacracks a jealous bladed smile,in recognition ofa kindred spirit untetheredto an ancient task like hers,and not chained by fate,but living and dancingand breathing the airwithin it's embrace.Sometimes, the earthhas better stories to tellthan all the stars in heaven.Sometimesdivinityis a human characteristicnothing more, nor any less.SometimesI don't know what way the winds will blow all I knowis how to hold on,and when to let go,and keep living life in a blue lady's afterglow.
That's your poem. Its a gift, friend.Clink!
Eric....Words are priceless, everything, real....I'll take them over trinkets anydayas true giftskeepers....Thank you, my friend.Clink!
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