oh this life
this ebb and flow
this breathing in and breathing out
daytime arms that hold, reach, lift, carry the weight of all things
become wings each night to carve the landscape of air effortlessly
in the endless migration of a heart
waking from dreams to return to the living once more...
this unquenchable desire, asleep, awake, to become the light.
and the voice,
when we find it, ringing out from our singular and magnificent hearts
become flowers of summer crowning our living footsteps
threading us so neatly together in wild brazen armfuls of belonging.
see how we are drawn to each bright petal?
dizzy with bees and the fragrance of life,
walking in the garden, light piercing our very hearts
as we gather heaven
a solitary bird sings out
lifting our eyes into the vast endless sky of believing.
feet firm in the house of summer,
the sky seems as close as skin, as familiar and welcome as rain.
from this vantage point, part stone, part star;
you cannot tell where earth ends and heaven begins.
struck like a bell that has waited a lifetime to be realized
breathing in, finally forever breathing out....
as effortless as flowers,
as perfect as becoming
light.
it has been a week composed more of sleep than waking.
such a parody, a body that suffers giving way to dreams of transcendence.
and paintings on plaster; when the body is willing
recording migrations of stone, than star.
where my beauties, on a wing or a prayer,
has paradise taken you??
link back to postcards from paradise so others may join us,
and visit each other with a passion!
Glad to feel your presence Rebecca and the beautiful plaster bird and your words are a superb reflection of you!
Lifting you up~~~
xox
Constance
Posted by: rochambeau | July 10, 2011 at 09:54 AM
Rebecca,
My heart is pierced with joy and moved beyond measure at reading your words and drinking in this lovely image that you have created. What visionary journeys you guide us through with such a gentle staff and star. I am amazed and strengthened each time I read what you write. It only confirms my belief that art is restorative and healing to the spirit, for you have suffered greatly and it is art and poetry that allow you to transcend toward the light. I have recorded some of your words here in a note as a quotation from you. They are so entirely beautiful.
Much Love my friend,
Noelle
Posted by: Noelle | July 10, 2011 at 09:59 AM
Ah, variations on this enigmatic bird and on your visions and dreams while you helped heal yourself with sleep. Have you worked with Carl Jung's Red Book? Your voice and your art is very sacred, not just to you, but it heals us, too. I hope you have more energy this week. Your hot weather probably doesn't help.
Posted by: Fran aka Redondowriter | July 10, 2011 at 10:33 AM
Dear Rebecca,
Your words bring back to mind something I watched on TV last night about Vincent Van Gogh, I thoroughly resonated with the way they portrayed his rapturous periods of creativity, the swirls of his mind bringing forth amazing expressions with paint, the same is true of your words and imagery!
Love and energy to you,
Sue x
Posted by: Sue Fox | July 10, 2011 at 10:55 AM
Hey Rebecca,
I entered the incorrect URL first. Will you please delete it?
xox
C
Posted by: rochambeau | July 10, 2011 at 10:55 AM
I linked Meri because I saw that she posted for postcards. Hope that is okay.
xo,
Noelle
Posted by: Noelle | July 10, 2011 at 11:18 AM
dearest one,
Your heart is magnificent. So often I come here and stand amazed at your divine ability to see. Then you share those visions in words and art with us. Thank you for being here. We are blessed by you.
Posted by: gemma | July 10, 2011 at 12:00 PM
I loved your blog- lots of spunkiness and charisma going on here!
Posted by: Peggy | July 10, 2011 at 12:30 PM
This is a stunningly beautiful blog - I have goose bumps and most certainly will be back regularly. I love your work. I've made the most wonderful friends through art - it truly gives back so much.
Posted by: Melinda Bloom | July 10, 2011 at 12:37 PM
Such passion in your words and art!
Posted by: missing moments | July 10, 2011 at 03:40 PM
This works is growing in passion and depth!
thank you for Mr Linky-ing me :)
x..x
Posted by: Stephanie | July 10, 2011 at 04:35 PM
Hi there, Dear One. When I posted this morning, you were still slumbering, so I left the house without linking. Luckily Noelle remedied that neglect when your post went up. Your little birds are making little sounds of joy. I can imagine them flying far and wide, looking for ribbons of joy to bring back to you and little branches of healing.
Posted by: Meri @ Meri's Musings | July 10, 2011 at 06:28 PM
"feet firm in the house of summer"
O how I delight in this little image! From little things, however, great things often grow. Methinks I could take that line, run with it, and grow it into a book! In the meantime, however, I'll simply treasure it, hold it close, and nurture it. Thank you.
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | July 11, 2011 at 04:38 AM
Such poetic words and thoughts. I, too, watch the birds, daily, the stars when they make it through the city vapors, it is all one and the same. You express it with such heart and passion. So wonderful to have your new plaster art form to give visualization to your dreams.
I would subscribe to Postcards from the Edge but am new to it, have no idea as to how it works. Will put a bit of research in and then maybe show up someday.
You are blessed with Open Eyes.
Posted by: sharon furner | July 11, 2011 at 07:00 AM
I am flying in heart with you Rebecca.
I am holding you near as possible.
Come drink with me, passionately.
Posted by: encore...please of please | July 11, 2011 at 07:01 AM
yes, it is a paradox, friend... and even our response is paradoxical, for while i sorrow over the pain that you suffer, and long for it to cease, i can't help appreciating the beauty that pours forth into your art...
Posted by: leslie | July 11, 2011 at 07:37 AM
There is such beauty in your work and in your words. Thank you for sharing yourself so freely. I hope you are feeling better.
Posted by: Leslie M | July 11, 2011 at 12:48 PM
oh, oh, how did i miss this? i love this so much, rebecca... and did you *crack* the plaster? brilliant!! you are...
xoxo
Posted by: lynne | July 11, 2011 at 11:10 PM
I love how you show us a little more in each picture, as you also reveal more details about your life...and the struggles that ultimately bring forth such beauty.
What a spectacular, yet heart wrenching painting!
Posted by: Dawn Elliott | July 13, 2011 at 07:17 AM