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Sketching Breath

Sketching Breath Connie Karleta Sales

Slight wind
leaves are turning, why?
A smile is a blessing to a
loose heart
losing heart.


Colorless soft silence;
Feels as though my chest is caving in.

Gravity hit me.

light harmony
tinker of notes
have nothing
have it all.

love

pain;
transient in
her harmony;

tinkers
notes about everything.

CKS

Sketching Breath, digital drawing, 11 x 8 1/2 in (27.94 x 21.59 cm)
from series in progress, and so I shall be, reflections with Jeremiah,


A single poem; Three poems; dance in the togetherness of love.
My Father , Son, Holy Ghost.

Light of my Christ, Light of universal light; beyond the self of my body. Of Buddha, of you; of other; of we. Daily.

How do you read the words above? Does it change in a day, each hour? This is how my life lives forward. A dance of the flow, of moment unknown; of smiles and tears, miles and rest.

Breath

I lose heart, and I loose my heart. Never a static beat. I breathe in and breathe out. I move and I rest. Does it matter where I go? Does it matter who I am?

I have been drawing next to Jeremiah again. I just love him and all that he is and is not. “Heal me and I shall be healed.” he says. “Save me and I shall be saved.” “for You are my praise.”

That Love within you, the You within you; that dances in the good and the hard. The Buddha’s Breath “. . . and I shall be. . . “

Is it enough? to know I am safe; safe to be who I am.

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

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Into the see

Listening
Shakes of the frost from
Long ago griefs
Chill-boned she bares
Warmed by her embers
She glows sweet night.

CKS

Into the See, digital drawing, 6 x 6 in (15.24 x 15.24 cm)


Fire of life; it burns within the soul, and you, my lovelies, show me hope. Challenging my doubts and insecurities and loving me into light.

This one, she is a fiery one; baring her passion, and teaching me how to sing such life songs.

Oh, Creative, you are my everything, and I am so thankful you have been with me all my life and beyond.

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


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I Pray on Dirty Knees

Is it not simply Love’s Vow,
to withstand all light, and
all dark without fear?

Oh, she survives.
By the skin of her teeth;
She survives;
loneliness, isolation, and shame.

Her Love’s Vow;
a single promise and
fulfillment of
complete absence and
complete convergence.

Who is she to judge where she stands?
Who are they who stand where she seeks?

Oh, she survives.
By the skin of her teeth;
She survives;
because her path is illuminated
by willingness.

She stands blind and just keeps on walking.
CKS

from The Rainmaker and the Flower

naked prayer
dirty knees
mixed media on paper


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

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She dreamed of simple things in color-graphite lines of charcoal

she battled on
for she dreamed
of the simple things

the simple things
sweet-pie cookies
of dreams, she battled on

she battled on
and on she roared
dreams of simple

the clothes she whore
CKS


Violence comes in many forms both physical and emotional. It is inherently corrosive in nature. Far too many individuals walk through life in darkness; feeling isolated and shamed by the struggles and secrets of their experiences.

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Installation View, Brave House Secrets (detail #1), Track 13, Nampa, Idaho 2014

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


*she dreamed of simple things, 65″ x 48″, pigment, ink, graphite, paper, ©CKS, 2013-14

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Scourging Sky

twist, curl, coil, wander
boisterous energy rise
wisdom, love-joy, teach
CKS

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one square mile
stormy day
Pacific Northwest


Life has a funny way of being life sometimes.  It twists; it curls, coils and we wander.  I twist, I curl, I coil, and I wander.  Tomorrow, I will be; I whisper.  Oh Mary!

I do stand afflicted by the whipping scars; scars of now; made of me.

I do stand breathing it in.  I stand breathing it deep.  I stand exhaling; I sit in this exhale.  Mary’s wind of blue; my wind of me.

Empties my bones; opens my heart. Scourge, no lashes; love-action made of us.

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


Sky Meets Eartth, 2″ x 2″, ink, charcoal, paper, ©CKS

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Grand Wash Cliffs

Storms of afternoon color
Paint across your face.
Desert beauty
Time study
Love in the likeness
of grace.
CKS

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Grand Wash Cliffs
Meadview, Arizona
Family
Back side of the Grand Canyon


The Grand Wash Cliffs exit the Grand Canyon, where the Colorado River enters Lake Mead. They are the southwestern perimeter, of the Colorado Plateau (source, Wikipedia).  And, I love them!  The North Rim of the Grand Canyon is particular beautiful and less traveled.  The South Rim of the Grand Canyon is what I would call the traditional access; with far more population and tourists visiting.

According to the National Park Website this land has been continually inhabited for at least 12,000 years.  Learn more by visiting Archaeological Resources on the Park’s Website.  You can see fascinating “Split-Twig Figurines”, dated 2,00 – 4,000 years old, made from a single (willow) twig, split down the middle and made into animal figures.

Afternoons are particularly romantic.  The sun casts dazzling light across the cliffs and inch by inch, brilliant colors illuminate before you.  Moments filled with energetic stillness of awe and desire.

Here I catch a storm rolling in with light splash-dazing the rock-cliff.  This tiny painting is hardly larger than a postage stamp.  Holding it in your hand, it radiates the grace and peace of place.  Dirt beneath your feet, Joshua Trees to your left and to your right; wide sky blanketing above.

Happy Birthday National Park Service!  This year our National Park Service turns 100 years old!  #FindYourPark and help preserve and enjoy!

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


*Grand Wash Cliffs, Meadview, Arizona, 3/4″ x 1″, ink, pigment, charcoal, graphite, paper, ©CKS