What do I want? Like most people, I want to be secure and to be cherished. I mean, to be able to create, build and keep safe that which makes me healthy and strong, with enough to provide for myself and loved ones.
Also, to have the ability to humbly receive the same love and care from those who give from their own kindness or duty.
I think this is where we decide to be happy and grateful, just to be alive.
I love paint.
I love holding the mystery of the container, prying it open and seeing the wet glorious color within.
I love the paint smell as it’s poured, streams glistening from container to tray.
I love the magic of adding more color, deeper, darker, and marbled swirls blended slowly into creamy smoothness.
I love the first dip of brush to tray and slight test of color on canvas.
I love the following determined strokes across expanse with a brush too full of deep dip into color, dripping where wanted or not.
I love capturing up the still traveling drips and pushing them into composed possibilities my imagination sees.
I love changing the color on surface with quick short dabs of new source.
I love putting the brush down after continuous touching, stroking here, there till the frenzied brain fire says enough, step back.
I love standing before the easel captured piece with wet patterned patches slowly drying to final flat expression of reflected light.
I love how the changing light of day and illumined night speaks differently from the surface expressions.
I love paint.
Heros
The Dads are back, they never left,
stepped in and up with tested skill, talent and will
to save and fix hearth and home long known.
Wrest back usurped roles from officious
equality and spurious goals,
onward to restore community with legacy,
hope and dreams for humanity.
I waited for that twixt time
when neither Sun nor Moon glow shown,
nor call of bug or bird or frog,
in still half light or dark meadow walk.
With jar in hand, lid in other coaxing phosphor trace
of fairy lucents to gather close for a pace.
Till all enough released at once
to fly up sky where cousin stars live
and show as you think and dream
glistens of love to you I give.