some trees I've seen...

that stretch
to scratch and claw
enraged and WILD by wind
- they flail fecklessly
fling leaves and blossoms
from their clutches
in frenzied tantrum FURY


(WINDY today)

beginnings...

As an artist I am inclined to stop myself from hesitating before attacking a blank canvas. Here I am feeling the same hesitation, and sweeping colour across the whiteness seems so much easier than pecking out something on this screen. 


Perhaps it's because I am not sure why I am blogging in the first place. I've just struggled for over an hour to persuade an uploaded background image to apply itself to the page with absolutely no luck. Even tried HTML which tends to cause me to break out in hives. 


Hmmm.... beginnings. 


I would say that the Thing making me begin a blog is the same Thing which prompts me to write...


...which means I'd expect these posts to be comments and musings on ideas about God and human plight, being a mother, losing weight, art-making and surviving and succeeding in all the "micro journeys" of my life.


that's all then.

This is the image I've been trying to make the background. Just because it's essence resonates with what I think I'm about.


{sigh} it's so much easier to write with a pen. Thoughts don't flow so well with this staccato movement!!