Painted words and calling waves….
I’ve been so full of words that they won’t come out slow enough
to write them down.
Seems I can’t take enough pictures or make enough art or wrap enough language
around the full of my heart.
Feels like trying to stuff wind into a jar.
But the wind would have it’s way
and so I’ve been splashing and diving and speaking in color
and with that there swells the waves that I’ve been riding,
letting my heart paint it out bold,
the words I can’t yet make.
I don’t want to dam up the flow
even when the words slip out gimpy and dull.
I can be too hard on them, my words,
and maybe I’ve been laying on them something heavy,
expecting them to carry things no words should have to heft.
I’ll be instead kind,
giving the things I write down
the freedom to be clear and certain or messy and mischievous,
taking their own sweet time about spitting it out,
what I send them to say.
During this season of whimsy and wonder,
I’m giving my writing a wide playground.
Mostly the words get painted in with all the layers
and I’m nodding permission with a smile:)
I’ll get back to making the talk when the wind changes.
Adulting is hard and I’m doing alright, I suppose.
I may not always have these days to wander into the forest,
to head down a new road just because the light flickers warm and I don’t know the way.
If I don’t show up here regular for a while longer,
don’t worry that there’s something wrong.
It’s just that the wind had a whisper about it
that called me to climb a little higher
and I’m far from the keys that I press to visit you.
But never far in spirit.
First of June I’ll be taking my wares to market and getting back to the business of being at home when it counts.
Thanks for your love and for letting me be the only me I know to be.
Your acceptance means much.
“I think the most beautiful thing
– Alec Soth
(Really I can’t seem to stay out of the forests these days.
They seem to keep calling, “come up here”)
And so I do.
I am so glad to see your beautiful self back in the blogosphere. However briefly.
And love the art, the beauty and the wonder you share.
It feels amazing to have your support, Sue. I really appreciate:)
Heartfelt hugs back,
I’m loving the colours of your heart! Enjoy the woods, the colours, the wandering wherever you need to go. We’ll still be here.
I so appreciate the wide open spaces you offer…..much, much thanks, Fi:)
Will welcome your missives at whatever interval meets your sharing. Be nurtured by the walks and the paint. All a splendor for the soul.
PS… I follow and enjoy your Instagram posts as well (lbmoreland)
thanks, Lisa! I appreciate:)
Your gracious words are balm…..thanks so much, Lisa:)
It’s so hard to stay out of the forest:)
Oh, what glorious color in your soul and what a gift to be able to take those colors and bring them onto these beautiful vessels, spilling out in an abundance of emotion. I know you take them to market — and come home with none! I know I could lose myself in the wonder of your pots.
(And yes, adulting is SO hard!)
Soooooooooo appreciate the encouraging words, Jeanie! Really.
I’m not sure how they’ll be received – I appreciate your nudge:)
And for coming by to have a read. Always thanks:)
You’ll be spreading love and opening hearts and minds for thoughts and emotions with your art. Send me a pic of you at the market. Xo. Big hug and love to you.
Hey you:) Look at me failing to reply for weeks. Grandma would’ve been horrified at my remiss.
And my grammar. And a good many other things, as well:)
So thank you for your encouragement! I am still on a waiting list for the farmer’s market! They don’t take kindly to newcomers so far:)
It will be next season before I’m trusted around here, I imagine. And I’m pretty glad it went down that way this Summer because my hand
did not come along for the party! Just gimped out big time. Couldn’t even coax it to play nice. Have had to throw it at some projects just for income enough and it’s been sure I pay for the mistreatment. Sometimes I really do think that youth is wasted on the young:)
I can hear you cheering for me over there and it makes my heart grin wide. Much love and thanks, Andrea:) -Jennifer
Just beautiful! go do your adult thing and we’ll be here waiting.
Thanks for waiting and for being such a joy to read and know.
❤️ all the seasons of you- enjoying this one muchly!
I love that we get to ride out the wild winds and waves together:)
love you big,
Oh, I would not be able to stay out of that forest either! It has always called to me, I love that you are in a place and time where you can pay attention to those voices that beckon. Keep being bold with your words when they need it but don’t ever stop sending those whispers out.
Thanks, friend. It was such a sweet, sweet moment in time and I’ll cherish that whoosh of grace always. Life took a sharp turn soon after and I
didn’t go to market or get my wares up for sale yet. Or even made. Such a weird animal, life. Anyway, I’m moving back into the stream and feeling the current
lift me forward again so celebrating the whispers that brought me through and to this place:) Love to you in your own forest-bathing and hope to see more of you soon.
Wow, Jennifer, I love how your colors spill out like your words to show the content of your heart and soul. Very beautiful. I’m sure you’ll do well with selling your wares. Good luck with your new venture.
I just got my internet back today so this is the first time I see your post. The flood started on April 27 and it lasted forever it seems. We are starting the cleaning and replacing process.
Muuuuuuuch thanks, Julia:) Thanks for the well wishes. I was such an eager beaver about the farmer’s market and had no clue that they would have me on a waiting list
this Summer. Just holding for a space. Who knew? I was glad, after the fact, because my hand flared up so badly I’d have been in a panic about keeping up. I always harbor a gnarly fear that I won’t be able to deliver a project once it’s ordered anyway, so I’d have been in a bad way if I had committed to a Summer-long art fest.
Additionally, I needed to work for real money far more than anticipated. Another owie:/ Still reeling a bit from that blow. It’s been a blow-y Summer and I’m grateful for resilience. Cheers to both of us for resilience and grace:)
Love and hugs,
I don’t visit as often as before
I forget my way, lose the key to time
that opens space to savour.
Glad I journeyed your way today.
Glad I saw your name and remembered
the bright colours of your heart
showing the way
Oh how I understand! I so get the season in which we suddenly find ourselves at times…..forgetting our ways, losing our keys, etc:)
It’s a part of the journey, I suppose, and am trying to offer grace to myself with the bobbles. I love when our paths cross and so appreciate
your kind words. Always they encourage and shine.
Much, much love and thanks:)