Creativity Gallery

 

 Sunrise on Upper Lopez Canyon by Ginny Conrow

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 There are Words in Me


There are words in me
     flying, singing
Fluttering their wings
     against the wires of the cage
Asking, pleading
     to fly free into the open air


There to taste the pure air of a world

     cleansed by rain
     plowed and planted
     where late spring's flowers
     shine with radiance


Then having filled themselves with joy
     the words fly
Soaring above the trees
Singing to heal the listener
Each flap of the wing moving the universe
     atom by atom.


Anna G. Carey © 2011

 



"In nature I meditate on the humor, beauty and peace of the present moment." ~ Teddy Llovet

See more of Teddy's work at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/teddyllovet/page2/

    

 

On the Tuoski Trail overlooking Lopez Lake sparkling in the morning sunshine

Nature photography by                        Ginny C.

 

 

Life is a Loving Cup


Life is a loving cup
I share it with you
I see you drink deeply from this loving cup of life
My heart opens as I look into your eyes
You pass me the cup


I lift the cup to my lips and taste this life anew
I drink more and more of the cup
My heart is full
I place the cup between us


I raise my eyes to yours
Seeing love of life reflected between us
We rise to our feet
We dance in the sun and among the trees
For the joy of living is a love forever.

 


Anna G. Carey © 2011

Karen Wilkins is a talented singer/songwriter

 Waiting


Wait until the time is right... Wait until I’ve won that fight...
Wait until I’ve found my might... Wait until I’ve got good sight
Waitin’ for that brighter day... Waitin’ for the lotta to pay...
Waitin’ for the right thing to say... Waitin’ till I deserve to play
                     Waitin’...... I just keep waitin’...



Wait until I’ve fed my soul... Wait until I’m on a roll...
Wait until my egos dead... Wait to hear what spirit said...
Waitin’ for that fear to go away...Waitin’ for a much brighter day.
 Waitin’ till I have my say... Waitin’ for everything to be O.K...
                     Waitin’..... I’m still,  waitin’...



Waitin’ for the rains to fall... Waitin’ for my man to call...
Waitin’ for my child to grow... Waitin’ till I somehow know...
Waitin’ for my dream to change... Waitin’ for my mind to rearrange
Waitin’ til new beliefs sink in, Maybe then I can Begin...
                    Why am I still waitin’...


If I wait too long, precious time will be gone...
And the chances are, I won’t get as far...
So I’ll push through my fear, really living becomes quite clear... 
And keep my faith very near, for deep desire put me here...
I have these great big dreams, but they’re waitin’ in the wings...
Life happens in the bat of an eye,I must use my gifts before I die
Wait until I’ve got the words, especially if they’re not absurd...
Wait until I write this song, and hope it isn’t way too long.
I’m not waitin’, no I’m not waitin’...  



copyright Karen Wilkins 2010

 Poetry by Antoinette Payne

 

Our Crazy World


Finding hiccups in her pocket

Like tiny balls of colored lint

Questions posed

Left plausible accounts

 

Prophetic stories

Too soon, too foul  

Crowds fall in massive graves

Discharged to heaven

 

Nude leotard moves in space

No one cares  

When other women covered

All but wide brown eyes  

 

Stoned down for love

Drug cartel heeds only pesos

Sneezing urban neighbors

Follow evil smeared landscape

 

Idle chatter assumes stance for truth

Unfathomable acts

Cough up humanity unrealized

Delayed consequences of global warming

 

Evolved ancient planet 

Children pick pumpkins in

Play grounds plagued by live arsenal and

Precarious shooters.

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The Ordinary


Unfortunately the light beige room

Held no attraction for the woman.

Flaunting white pasty skin with iridescent 

Orange pink undertones in the morning sun.


Her loose hair reflects an unsettling

Resemblance to huge gray green serpent 

regularly seen breaking brick walls that lead to a mossy pond.


Clear glass door tightly closed

No possibility of merging man & spirit

They did not believe the snake was true until

Like a railway car, it bolted forward shattering

The ordinary.


No cause for alarm the tourists whispered, 

Buying uggs an eggs from the young man’s store

He’s doing a lot better this year. The economy sucks. It does not matter 

The light beige room has a view and is currently occupied.

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No Time

 

Time an illusion takes her away

An inner city child’s fever burns 

Balks at bile, good health gone astray

Like black gold she explodes and

Doubles over 


Nostalgia an illusive blue sky 

Carries her over the ridge, a mountain  

Of flowers fill a melancholy room with

Barely recognized souls.


Stout hearted , resolute woman

Flees to Paris before a plane crash.

With no American word,

She makes her will.


Hiking Montana de Oro 

On cliffs above crashing surf,

He slips and falls into the ocean

Leaves time behind.

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Urban

 

Still in San Francisco

Wandering Dogtown

Searching streets for hints of acceptance  

In century old Victorians needing  paint.


Gentrification at 28th & West.

Young black man at his aunt’s :

Estate sale.

Someone else will live there.


Prostitutes & drug deals sprinkle

Streets like brown sugar on 

Cinnamon toast.


Gay families fill factory lofts,

Hyroponic garden, fenced  yard,

Prayer flags, 

Large barking dogs own the place.

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People

 


She didn’t know how far she’d go

Til doula  chanting cushioned 


Birthing cries, heavy breathing

Autumn rainbow sky, summer star

Born from father’s spirit swim.


We all come from the same source

Miracle of self, growing inside mother


Heart, lungs, skin, bone, blood

Sight, sound, feeling air as we push through the canal


Gasp at life never look back

Each one of millions 


A different path, a different body, a different disorder.

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Love


Predictable words emerge 

At every turn 

A tape recorder

Loops behind 

Similar events and

Evokes the same response.


I forgot my keys

“That was quick”

“You didn’t get far”


I’m leaving for a few days

“Do you want to have sex”

“I’ll be fine”


I want a divorce.

“I’m a survivor” 


Bye

“Have a good day, I love you”


Authenticity takes vigilance.

“Love takes patience.”


I’m not perfect

“You got that right”

  

Ceanothus in glorious spring bloom along Upper Lopez Canyon Road, Arroyo Grande

One of my joys is nature photography. 

I consider it creating from
meditation, as most photos are taken while distance walking, which is
certainly a meditative state, alone in God's creation.

Ginny C.

 

 

 

 

When we meditate, our outer shell falls away and we are able to excavate our inner artist. During one of our imagery exercises, we were taken on a journey above the trees and over water. We were asked; "What is carrying you?" and I knew it was butterflies because I was one of them.

When I went home I was able to paint this watercolor of my journey.

Nancy W

 


One day during meditation, I thought "Why not?" and went home and picked up my paint brush!

Nancy W





  

 When we meditate, we release everything we no longer need to carry around. For those things we choose to carry we have the Inspired Tote by Ruth.


Here


Cast favors to tarot

Telling fortunes

At each corner where

Fate rests her long white legs


Sparkling stratosphere whispers

Tales of folly or labor

Boasts God's song under the rustling branches

Sending chirping birds to feed at low tide


Like angels in precision's dance

Hover scoop flit drop away.


Sure sun's joy holds full heart


Blocked by extravagant paths


Strive for unseen equity

Barter basement leaves fatal disquiet alone

Ruined & Abandoned by bright prospects.

Gratitude. Acceptance. Presence.

 

Similes

 

Like a car speeding past , hope lost it’s drive.

Heavy winds rustle leaves like God’s whisper in the night.

Pineapple ice cream tastes like changing seasons in the sun.

Morning aches reminds her that gravity is more than a serious talk with the attorney.

A secret  longing to manifest intention is like a sharp shooter’s eye on target.

Stepping out of your own way is like a dolphin missing the fisherman’s net. 

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View

 


Dust particles in prism light

Floating over a wood slat floor


A child almost that small 

Laying flat and watching 

Miniscule fairies ride light beams.


Mesmerized by swirling mirage, 

Not knowing if it’s real. 


The housekeeper comes.

She talks on the phone

Standing in the hallway.


The child turns over

Looks up her dress 


Where swooshing specs vanish.

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Beyond Beauty

 

Cashing in on social security,

high school seems not that far back

Beyond beauty, turning grey

Sage husk in downward dog.

 

Stiff limb discards ease of motion,

Life wears down parts we counted on.

Senses are not that sure.

 

The art of loss shines forth.

Lose keys, memory, looks, money,

Lose  future hopes &  plans .

 

Walk in the face of warrior woman

Stand brave behind adult children

A lifetime to go with footing unsure

We breathe and follow the Tao.

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Out of the City

 

Maximize full circle do  good work

Marriage falls prey to earthbound rules.

Fish food falters down deep rivers,

We go on foot through mountain path

Arduous uphill flimsy steps.


Wind thrashes leaves down in crop patterns.

Find meaning in remote silence on a hill

While winter soul sister cries

To be heard.

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Redwood Grove

 

Redwoods embrace a glint of light

We squint to see muted color.

Rooted in the soft underbelly of bear hugs 

Tiny rooms, ropes and bridges support the passage of others.


No cause for despair,

Pirates climb in fortuitous rows

Where treasure n bounty

Prove that we are not alone

In this place.

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Divorce

 

White whiskers, gnarled hands

The book by your bed 

'Compassionate advice for compulsive hoarders'

With the receipt saved since 2008


It's not you, it's me

We have irreconcilable differences

If you stay,

I'll cause you to have Alzheimers


If I stay,

I'll wait

For purple iris, lemons and bougainvillea

To bloom in our garden.

 

 

 
 
 
 

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