… a placeholder for sketches about present moments.  ( others at INSTAGRAM )

Star bound?

As less and less Wild Salmon return to their indigenous spawning homes, again less this year, this drawing came about today.  One thing that I know for certain is that energy follows thought.  When we forget about something it will disappear, when we as a predominant collective remember to reach out everyday to that which is life giving and receiving, it will remain a part of our life giving energy. It is the choice of us two-legged’s as to whether these wisdom keepers will stay or go.

Coyote Inn

Step 1 drawing of Room 2 at Coyote Inn, Palm Springs.  Step 2 is on to watercolor.  Bottom line is to remind myself of 7 days of waking, sitting by pool, floating in salt water pool, walking to town, drawing, repeat, repeat, repeat.

Spirit Bear

Illustration possibility for Finder of Lost Things story .  Excerpt from music score:

A god rose up at dawn and gazed across the land
He saw the rosy morning light; he saw the empty sand
He breathed a dream that had no end, he peopled it with life
He filled the mountain streams with fish, he sang till all was right

I bring to you, the god cried out, this finder of lost things
Lost love, lost joy, lost knowledge, lost water in our streams
This being wild and pure as light, and diamond quick as rain
To change your hearts from pain to peace and bring you joy again

Crowman

Crowman is a leading character in Finder of Lost Things. He finds himself as one of the last Spiritual people that can uncover what has happened to the Earth.

Ambassadors from Another Time

John Steinbeck wrote about the redwood, “The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It’s not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.”   … but I’ll keep on trying:

Two Worlds

Homework assignment for Monday… create a collage with theme.  “Two Worlds” is an interpretation of twenty plus years working between the bay area, crossing golden gate bridge, bay bridge at times,  working in transamerica pyramid, and the other world, concurrently working as Fire Keeper and dancing in prayer to the west, north and east of Black Butte and Mt. Shasta.  It all begins with a song.

Take Me To Your River

On this particular inauguration eve I can’t help but offer prayers for our Mother Earth, to her People, to be healed of hatred, greed, lust for power, control, and foster an end to man’s attempt to establish dominion over nature.

Take Me To Your River.  We are all related.

Take Me To Your River

Water is Life, Water is Sacred

I recall a time when I was about 10 years young, when my Dad and neighbor took me camping and fishing in the “High Sierra’s.”   Traveling from the upper reaches of the un-tamed Kern river, we made our way west to the foothills, just east of California’s central valley.  July is hot and our canteens were empty.   Thirsty, with no 7-11’s back then, nor roadside stores, some thing inspired my neighbor Ben to make a turn along a dusty logging trail.  He found a creek.  A creek of clear, clean, cold mountain water was heaven found.

 

Grandmother Moon

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Grandmother Moon keeping a close eye on Mother Earth and Lily S’s recent words on Salmon Journeys preceding the November 14th “super moon:”
“Perhaps that light will illumine what we ultimately decided. Perhaps it will shine some clarity on our impatience with ourselves, our values, our neighbors, and our country. And perhaps it will light our way to the future. Perhaps in its reflected glow, we will further separate wheat from chaff and find some grains of truth, some necessary nourishment with which to strike out toward tomorrow and the peace-on-Earth-for-all that many of us want but few of us know how to attain.”

Reflecting on Camouflage

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“Fox…
Where are you?
Under the ferns”
Becoming the forest,
So I can learn.
Are you watching,
invisible to me?
Trying to teach me,
to become a tree?”
Jamie Sams & David Carson

Finding Muse