heavenly horses
with their gorgeous lush manes
beauty gracing, grazing,
oh, how serene.
symbolizing freedom, power
and strength.
oh, to have one's own...
i am drawn to these
creatures...
they're wild in spirit
for their spirit 'rides on the winds'
carrying wisdom and echos of past
they are life-force in action
and though they symbolize the force of life
they can also symbolize how quickly
life can be taken away.
you'll find them in legends
fairy tales
all throughout history
in times of war
in times of peace
they even find their way
into my dreams...
so many incarnations
though i love to see them free
saw some out west once
an amazing sight to see
yes, they still exist
wild mustangs
wild & free
like i want to be...
© Calli 2009
image source: 1102 stray_matter
* i find myself excited today having found
a new place to ride. The kids will enjoy lessons
one-on-one and I will partake in riding
when those 'rare moments' occur when it's
just me...i can't wait!
thank you Sandy!
~Calli
ps~ new stuff at: G A R A H S T A H
~ Alexandra~
~Logan~
hope you all had a lovely 4th. i think this year was the best one yet!
we had a fabulous time up on the hill in front of my home at the neighbors pond. they were having a huge family reunion this weekend and because (we) are treated like family we were there.
as usual, my camera was finicky (or maybe the operator of said camera - more likely ;0)
anyway, took several shots and only got lucky a couple of times. after the fireworks i commented to my friend Jason (the conductor or big kid firestarter), "hey awesome job"..."loved your finale"..."loved your encore"..."but dammit, didn't capture it on film." ..."battery was exhausted about 10 minutes into it,... "i forgot to charge it"...his response, "THAT'S NOT LIKE YOU!" - oh, some people know me so well! :)
i don't ever post pics of my kids, but today i break my own rule.
they had a blast, but it was COLD OUT! tho the bonfire helped!
have a great day!
~Calli
ps~ came home to a visibly shaken havanese pup, named Oliver, but i soothed him
back to his comfort zone, in mommy's arms.
Calli's Song
The mystic sits midst candles in silence in her room
A soft gentle light for that kind and gentle face.
She pushes back the long tresses of her hair, presses her fingers to her temple
Closes her eyes and looks inside.
She walks barefoot through an ancient forest,
Of oak and ash and tangled fern.
It is dank and dark,
The trees drip with water, staining the green velvet of her dress
She laughs softly to herself,
Passing swiftly on.
She jumps across a fast-flowing stream and enters her favourite glade
Where sunlight dances through the trees
Swirling brightness crossed with shade
She sits beneath a gnarled old oak,
Feeling its silent wisdom and its strength
She smiles and settles, opens her book.
The mystic sits midst candles in silence in her room
A soft gentle light for that kind and gentle face.
She pushes back the long tresses of her hair, presses her fingers to her temple
Closes her clear grey eyes and looks inside.
She walks along an ancient road, in an ancient, troubled land
And strangers stop and stare at her
A woman alone on such a path.
But she smiles and laughs and carries on.
No one knows what age she is
Where she has been or where she goes
Yet they all can sense her power, beauty and her grace.
I met her once many years ago and though she barely spoke
It made me feel filled with joy, with laughter and with hope
And when she'd rested by the road she smiled and bade farewell
She did not look back, her grey eyes fixed on other things
Further down the road
The mystic sits midst candles in silence in her room
A soft gentle light for that kind and gentle face.
She pushes back the long tresses of her hair, presses her fingers to her temple
Closes her eyes and looks inside.
*This beautiful poem, or rather song was written for me by a friend, Conn Brennan. Who hails from Ireland, the home of Green!
What he has written for me is a song, a song of my soul.
Go raibh mile maith agat!
Though this post has nothing to do with the 4th of July, it does have to do
with friendship, kinship, learning and getting to know someone enough
to have meaningful conversations, sharing a bond, coming away with a soulful
understanding of another. What amazes me is that Conn wrote this knowing very little about me, but it moved me very much. In fact, I had it posted on my SU blog
with another image, the painting titled: Beata Beatrix by Dante Gabriel Rossetti, which can be viewed here: Beata Beatrix which, Conn and I both agreed fit the poem completely. Though I have since changed to this image. Yet, for months now I have wanted to paint 'The Mystic' or rather, 'Calli's Song' myself, but have been painting other things at present. One day, I hope to post this again with a painting done by me.
magical blessings to all of you, sweet gems!
~Calli
image source: GREEN_klaraslipknot
while I sit and blow bubbles, you can visit my new painting! (of course, it's not me in the photo) just another favourite of mine!
thank you for viewing! :)
new painting at: G A R A H S T A H
and Happy 4th!
~Calli
image source: piskaryov.com
uncertainty
12 x 16
acrylic on canvas
'uncertainty' lyrics by The Fray
uncertainty it's killing me
and i'm certainly not asleep
maybe i've gone far too deep
maybe i'm just far too weak
and that's the last place
i want
to be the last place
and there is so much we don't know
so we love and we hope that it holds
thousands were lost, maybe more
the question remains what is this for
maybe it came unexpected
maybe i'm left unprotected
and that's the last place
i want
to be the last place
and there is so much we don't know
so we love and we hope that it holds
and either we say or we show
so i'm going to fight for my own
i'm holding on until the last
i'm holding on til there's nothing left
i'm holding on until the last
i'm holding on til there's nothing left...
*a haunting song, do take a listen:
uncertainty
~Calli
is it love that binds him to her?
or is it a mere fascination with the
possibility of what could be?
reality says, it is not her he
loves, just the idea of her.
she is more than what he sees.
she has gone deeper than most.
she has been shaken.
there is so
much more to her.
it takes a special breed,
a special man
to entice her
to arouse her
to stimulate her intellect
to awaken her to even the idea
of him.
yet there is always that something.
she cannot put her finger on.
something that makes her take two steps
back after she's just taken a major step forward.
like a roller-coaster in her heart
love sends her up and over
near and far.
sideways
back & forth.
spinning.
she does not trust.
simply put,
she cannot trust.
she wants him, one man to love her,
only her.
if he loves another
or is enticed by another,
he is not for her.
her heart claims sadness at the thought
as it creates a deep, dark pain.
why?
why?
she does not want to feel this way,
anxious, hurt, uncertain.
he can bring her to her knees,
because she has come to love him so.
yet, he does not know.
he does not know!
to her it is real
to her it is sacred
to her it is what makes her world go round.
yet, he does not know.
© Calli 2009
image source: Evening Rose by Irish artist ~ Ken Hamilton
(love this artist, love his work!)
vacant heart 
gazing at the midnight moon a work-in-progress
messages of the hawk
still life exploration 
uncertainty
