Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Moongoose on Zucchini

Reflection: crusty, sandy soil
Upon lazy morning bay rising

Warming towels, sarongs swirled beneath
canopy of pine and palm
hopping birds, branch to branch

Disguised, fleeting insects harvest legs and arms of
with unrequited delight
Contained water brushed blue with plastic tints
ablaze from reflected seeking sun

Pigeon visitations, solo excursions, checking on progress
of crumbs discarted by hasty children or lazy tourists
Rainbow necked, they clamor closer and closer for bits

Territorial squirrels in underbrush of succulent vine and
Mongoose vie for frontline pounch, wayward beach sites

Giggles of young pearly white asian girls
curled almong the greenery edge of sand and undergrowth
they echo between the splashes of ocean's edge and  walled
extreme clifts of weathered transformed time

Returning from my early water exploration
morning snack blossomed into a garden of zucchini
bread delight
Shards of  foil in delicate splatter rested with nut shards, broken branches
and crusty sand

Someone here in my absence?
No footprints of scroundral
No trail of crumbs

A shadow glides over my now closed eyes
It smiles and feathers it with words from his soggy
beach camo trunks

" You had guests while gone- they guarded your chair" he speaks

Moongoose on Zuchinni : what a start to the day

Dust Lido Beach

Dusting sand turns to paste
  as waves engulf with
ballet precision

Sand hardening with weight of water
  porous bubbles and froth

I sink then
I stand on solid ground
Both in this moment

Shifting from liquid to solid
Vibrating with earthly elements
Dusted sand we are
Fluid we are:
  then dust again

Sunday, July 29, 2018


Rooted to limbs

Limbed to branches

Branched to stems

Stemmed to flowers

Flowered to seeds

The past present and future at once

Symbiotic growth and Spiraling Faith

Sunday, May 20, 2018


Looking back to my last posting it would seem a significant tenure was in effect, but perhaps a better word may be invisible fascination period.

I physically moved again last May to Florida and in doing so stuck my head into the sand.  My move was rather implusive. I never took Florida too seriously as a state, rather it was to me it was a state of mind that retirees had envisioned, toppled with dredging of land.

My physical move dredged up in me more than I expected. Instead of feeling like a retiree , I was thrown into chaotic and depressive thoughts of " what now?"   "what is the purpose?" and much rewiring fizzled in my mind.

Instead of my fingers writing after several years of silence my hands started painting.   Yes, some say the paintings should be Floridian themes for the tourists and I was frustrated.   I said it must be truly meaningful and I was frustrated.  I was putting myself out there as an artist, when I really had no training or justification to say so... and I was frustrated.

Having moved from years of suburban homes and lifestyle I garnered some spunk on this move to Florida  and downsized into a 1000 sq foot space.  There was no place to paint though ... and I was frustrated.   A perfect spot nearby opened up  and I rented it as a "studio" to paint.... and I was frustrated again.   How was I to " fool" others to be in such a space let alone have a pseudo artist tag upon my shoulders.  How would selling anything pay the rent?  How would anyone find me?  How would my desire to mess up my hands in paint help my messed up head? Everything was spinning and I was in this invisible period of fascination and frustration.

Depression laid its heavy gloves upon my shoulders.  Yes, now maybe I could be an artist.  The melancholy and depressed artist , that iconic persona that never sold a piece.  This person working fanactially ....Look at Van Gogh... But one person after another  said just
 do it, just paint, just sit in your studio and cry or drink wine or pet the dog or whatever.   Just claim the space without " have to's".

Now I go there to paint, to water plants, to adjust the lights, to pick up mail and bills.... I just go there.  It is so very fine.    Sometimes a dog and her owner linger near the water bowl outside, sometimes an elderly couple smile and nod as I mess the canvas with the bright pink I have taken on as my new neutral!   Sometimes I have even sold a piece or two.

I am back from my tenure of writing but teaching myself in another field.  Come visit me on my Facebook website of Revealing ART.  Yes, art has revealed much to me and taken me places I did not even want to go.. but art and thoughts can be rewritten, painted over until they fit the NOW moment.

Art this time in my life is pulling me into more and more of these Now moments and it feels good.

The studio is located on South Pineapple Street in Sarasota. Florida and I do have time to visit and be.  There is an extra easel too...swing by for a moment.

Blessings   Susan

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Rocking our Gypsy Souls

Gypsy Souls in days of sail

Mystic Journeys readied within single moments

Spurred by Belief that the universe knows best
  in its relagation to perfect design

The Gypsies will see their images mirrored unblemished
Reflected in the instant of knowing, the newest journey 
    has arrived

 The ship of discovery and bliss
will take them to ports of call, called perfection

Tuesday, November 7, 2017


Creating candles in partnership , bringing light
Holding items together, with ease
Coating ears, protecting us
Forming beautiful patterns, within beehives

Wax around the heart
Protection or distorted view of the real you, the real me
What thickness is it?
Is color dispersed as encaustic painting , layering and layering? 

Without flooding my body with intense heat cast off to another,
how can this wax, covering my soul be liberated?
With heat? With light?

Flames.  Remembering when fire brought you close to
the God spirit and others
Lighting.  As ozone cleanses the sky and earth

Winter sun, toasting your back through layers of warmth 
ablaze with confidence
Sun melts me , in hammock or ground.
I am protected
by Mother Earth and cling to nothingness

What if unearthing this wax could uncover your own blazing heart
and dip  your fingertips with Love? Lightly drawn circles
boosted by the layer below
A container formed
Not fixed, but malleable ,from the warmth of your hands and heart
A tool for metamorphosis

I believe I still have this layer around my heart
It came when I took something personal last week
Now I draw a hot bath of coconut essence and ginger
I feel the layers dissolve and reinvent its purpose

Not to protect but to support
Created by you and me
To hold memories and thoughts no longer needed

My soft pink bowl of wax
sits as a queen upon a throne
wanting to greet her subjects and trials
with ease and possibilities, not rigidness... malleable

My soft pink bowl of wax
is made pure, effortless 
Circling its edge by index finger it 
glistens, it brightens

All that is presented to me
May be modified
May be transformed

Layers on and of my heart
Can hold treasures outside of me
Carrying love and protection to another in need
Wax is needed, but no longer around my heart
Now I am open to LOVE again 
in opulent splendor
of the Divinity exposed!

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

In Line with Infinity

Fervent opening on
Opposite tracks lead where?

Expansion exists for all
boundaries laden with trust and balance
Revisiting the past for acceleration forward

As we crossw the intersection
We feel the rise and fall of breath
and action

What holds us together?

I can only imagine
this limitless return to center
dusted with greater brightness each trip around and through

We dance with figure eight steps
We know we are to expand and we will be safe

God's hands surrounding the
INFINITY symbol of our lives
and I make haste
 to walk that line
    in protection

      in awareness
 in purpose