Wet gravity speaks
Ancestry wades tingling
Tide’s trembling wit
Exhales us yellow thirsty
Restoring slumber’s whisper.
CKS

L992

Tiny painting
Lake Lowell
Nampa, Idaho
Quiet evening alone

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Sometimes when the house is quiet, you don’t know what to do? Sometimes, there is nothing to do, but rest.  And, still others, you wish to share in the exhale.

I thought living at the lake, I would paint everyday, all day.  Every moment I wanted to capture.  Every moment a “ten” on the scale of “wow, isn’t that so beautiful!”  Never was a sunset over the lake anything but a “ten ” to me.

Most times, the lake did not wish to be captured.  I talk about this sometimes; that as an artist, I must be open and respectful of those moments meant only for me; only for those present.  The object, the sunset, the emotion, the experience; does not wish to be caught! Such it was with the lake.  I was not an artist there; rather, in conversation with a friend.

But sometimes, she indulged me. Today, as I am healing from my fall, and dealing with life happenings and responsibilities. I am often out on the porch, Tyler dog next to me, looking out onto the mountain and green trees and birds and wildlife singing. listening. nothing more and nothing less.

Reflecting on the word “ever-heart”. She appears to be the companion to a little one written about a very long time ago named “Child, Cave of loneliness”. Realizing she is about the very creation of the loneliness, and I never really wrote about the short and long term healing of the such a wound and then what the beyond might look like.

The landscape I look out over really has me comforted and confronted and challenged in the best of ways. I am glad for it. My next blog post will probably be more about ever-heart. You are getting to know her as I am getting to know her in real time.

This is new for me. Today the beautiful sea of green with singing birds absolutely flowing in the breeze had me thinking of the lake I used to live at in Idaho, so here we are.

I hope they whisper with mist and humidity; sun and sunset.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower

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*Evening By the Lake, 2″ x 2″, water crayon, graphite, charcoal, paper, ©CKS