Sunday drives & Monday mornings...

hibiscus tree & burning bush ~ they make quite a pair!This is taken at my home.
Is it a bird? or a plane? ~ I shouldn't tell you this, but I was driving approximately 67 mph while shooting this photo - yikes! and it turned out pretty focused ;)
what I call, the House of Pillars ~ a lovely home but it faces a major roadway.
coming up on the House of Pillarswish you could see how lengthy this house is...
my new tree bearing fruit...

the Moon
The Sun and Moon ~ they also make quite a pair...

Still working on a new painting that I hope to post soon, but I thought I'd fill in with some pics.

Took a drive yesterday and saw some things along the way.

Love this time of year, and it's only just beginning.

Welcoming Autumn with open arms!

hope you're all enjoying this glorious, vibrant, energetic time of year.

and to those that are in the midst of a different season, I hope you are enjoying whatever Mother Earth brings your way! It's all good...

worthy of sharing? ...winds of change...

Autumn breaks through the barriers

of the late Summer Sun

Harvest has begun...

Leaves come to shroud the dissonance

that build upon the lands

readying themselves for Winter's long embrace

She comes...

He goes...

They move in separate ways.

yet, mysterious ones.

For what was known

is incomplete...

Autumn carries with it

a breath of exuberant air!

the dissonance so greatly needs.

come now lover

do not wait for the frost.

come now lover

when the leaves begin their dance

among smoky grey blue skies,

where the hawks fly

in unison,

bringing messages to those that

need them...

windows lay open for those last seasonal

breezes that blow,

bring change,

a new perspective

new opportunities

come now lover while the Sun streams through

the trees, and rises in the east hills of green, still,

yet becoming gold, red, orange.

come now lover

do not wait any longer

as the earth is readying herself

i ready myself for you...

©
2009

image source: Messages of the Hawk by Calli ~ This is an old painting that was published a few years ago, but one I would clearly make some changes to now. Yet, I still love the meaning behind it!

Welcoming Autumn...

welcoming you...

some new pics at: G A R A H S T A H

a new painting...

my newest painting at: G A R A H S T A H
...I do hope you'll visit me at my art blog and do consider

being a follower there as well, so that when I post

a new painting, you will know.

thank you!

Please know, I'll still be around to visit from time to time.

much love~

the ties that bind us...

the ties that bind us

16 x 20 ~ acrylic on canvas

close~up of the ties that bind us

Have you ever looked outside of yourself for understanding?

When inside, you were completely in a place of knowing and loving who you are?

Only to find that you still looked beyond you. Sure, we all do it.

It is a basic human need to wish

to be understood.

Particularly by those we love.

Aside from love, I think this is our greatest need

and in many ways they, go hand-in-hand.

Maybe we need to learn

to cut those strings of need...?

because we may never get that

UNDERSTANDING...and maybe, just having our own ~ is enough!

*when I first did the sketch for this painting. I had the image arrive on the paper of a

ventriloquists doll. The original sketch looked exactly like one of those dolls. I then drew the strings.

I actually had that idea a long time ago, while thinking to myself, do we live strictly by our own choices or is the Universe actually pulling the strings? Like an omnipotent puppeteer directing us to and fro. Do we follow fate or does fate do the creating? Then the idea came about cutting the strings, and finally she became about the desire for understanding. Always, from original concept to the final painting, evolving takes place, and changes are made and often that seems to be the process for me.

©

2009

time...

The Song Maker
by Sara Teasdale

I MADE a hundred little songs
That told the joy and pain of love,
And sang them blithely, tho' I knew
No whit thereof.
I was a weaver deaf and blind;
A miracle was wrought for me,
But I have lost my skill to weave
Since I can see.
For while I sang -- ah swift and strange!
Love passed and touched me on the brow,
And I who made so many songs
Am silent now

*it seems I have grown tired of my own words

and so i take a little break from writing.

i hope to continue posting new paintings on

my art blog and also my art site. if i have

anything fresh & new to contribute, i will

certainly bring it here to post.

i will be visiting all of your pages, as time allows

because, i never tire of your words, your art

or your creativity!

much love~

image sourc: train+tracks++12216829046wbLIpG

* i so wish i knew the photographers name to credit this stunning photo properly.

for my love rests on wings...

for my love rests on wings

of

butterflies
that flutter against the grain
of the wheat that blows wistfully
in the sweet winds of love

he waits for me
to

transform

he knows the time is near...

i waited for him...

i wait for him still...

yet my transformation is not yet complete

like falling leaves in Autumn

his soul whispers cascade

on the breeze that carries our future

on the clouds that survey our landscape,

on the seas that chart our course
on meandering paths that we will walk

as we greet
covered bridges
where we will stop to kiss

and atop hay bails

where we'll play
in that old barn that rests up on the hill...

he waits so beautifully

he keeps to himself

knowing full well, that

i am almost there

he's enjoying the flight

yet he longs for me to fly along side him

on wings of butterflies

that carry us forth

to new places.

new dimensions of love

together...

©
2009

image source: 'to the source'... an older painting by Calli

click the link to view one of my completed WIP (work-in-progress):
G A R A H S T A H

in her eyes, hope lives...a recent WIP completed...

in her eyes, hope lives... a close~up

in her eyes, hope lives...
11 x 14 ~ acrylic & oil on canvas

Young Love by Sara Teasdale

I
I CANNOT heed the words they say,
The lights grow far away and dim,
Amid the laughing men and maids
My eyes unbidden seek for him.
I hope that when he smiles at me
He does not guess my joy and pain,
For if he did, he is too kind
To ever look my way again.
II
I have a secret in my heart
No ears have ever heard,
And still it sings there day by day
Most like a caged bird.
And when it beats against the bars,
I do not set it free,
For I am happier to know
It only sings for me.
III
I wrote his name along the beach,
I love the letters so.
Far up it seemed and out of reach,
For still the tide was low.
But oh, the sea came creeping up,
And washed the name away,
And on the sand where it had been
A bit of sea-grass lay.
A bit of sea-grass on the sand,
Dropped from a mermaid's hair --
Ah, had she come to kiss his name
And leave a token there?
IV
What am I that he should love me,
He who stands so far above me,
What am I?
I am like a cowslip turning
Toward the sky,
Where a planet's golden burning
Breaks the cowslip's heart with yearning,
What am I that he should love me,
What am I?
V
O dreams that flock about my sleep,
I pray you bring my love to me,
And let me think I hear his voice
Again ring free.
And if you care to please me well,
And live to-morrow in my mind,
Let him who was so cold before,
To-night seem kind.
VI
I plucked a daisy in the fields,
And there beneath the sun
I let its silver petals fall
One after one.
I said, "He loves me, loves me not,"
And oh, my heart beat fast,
The flower was kind, it let me say
"He loves me," last.
I kissed the little leafless stem,
But oh, my poor heart knew
The words the flower had said to me,
They were not true.
VII
I sent my love a letter,
And if he loves me not,
He shall not find my love for him
In any line or dot.
But if he loves me truly,
He'll find it hidden deep,
As dawn gleams red thro' chilly clouds
To eyes awaked from sleep.
VIII
The world is cold and gray and wet,
And I am heavy-hearted, yet
When I am home and look to see
The place my letters wait for me,
If I should find one letter there,
I think I should not greatly care
If it were rainy or were fair,
For all the world would suddenly
Seem like a festival to me.
IX
I hid three words within my heart,
That longed to fly to him,
At dawn they woke me with a start,
They sang till day was dim.
And now at last I let them fly,
As little birds should do,
And he will know the first is "I",
The others "Love" and "You".
X
Across the twilight's violet
His curtained window glimmers gold;
Oh happy light that round my love
Can fold.
Oh happy book within his hand,
Oh happy page he glorifies,
Oh happy little word beneath
His eyes.
But oh, thrice happy, happy I
Who love him more than songs can tell,
For in the heaven of his heart
I dwell.