The photograph is stunning. A rock sheering up in the red Austrailian desert. Then the poem as beautiful and forbidding, in its way, as the photograph. Does the universe paint itself into existence? Emptiness does cause trepidation, and fear paints with a clean brush, stirring our whole bodies and minds into its strokes.
Thomas, you are remarkable in unraveling the “nugget” of my work. I believe we do paint the earth around us and the enormous canvas humbles me. Thank you for taking the time to comment and support my artistic development. I continue to be in awe of the work produced by Ethel and you, and your family. My heart to you and yours, Sherry
I came back for a “comment hug”! You know, you’re one of my few heroines–I appreciate so much that we can reach through a computer screen and touch each others lives, and share the lovely fun gift of writing. I do think of you often, whether I get over to your blog or not–and send up a prayer for you and your kiddos! God bless you all–love, Caddo xxxooo