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Within the Emptiness

Holy Darkness
River of unbroken rigidity.
Resonate the overcast softness;
Mitigate my distress.
CKS

L123

Plains in the middle
of nowhere;
I simply stopped;
to paint my words.


Always armed with supplies, I always enjoy simply driving out on the back roads and finding what I find.  Sometimes, like here, I simply am struck by the simplicity perfectly explaining my thought process.

This is in the middle of nowhere.  I cannot remember what state, or location.  I do remember firing up my little personal stove, making a cup of coffee, and a cup of soup.  I put on my finger-less gloves and settled in the absorption of the moment.

A vast plain with one lone tree in the distance, seemed perfectly content, so I asked it why and how.

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


*Within the Emptiness, 1″ x 3.5″ ink, graphite, pastel, paper, ©CKS

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Monumental Intimacy

Paradise could be
My deliberate seeker
Tiny spirit bright
CKS

L673

Tiny, tiny painting
Western sky
moment caught seeking


We do what we can.  We do our part.  We are willing.  We are enough.

Parker Palmer writes, in his book, Let Your Life Speak: Listening for the Voice of Vocation, about burnout.  I gave to little he would say; Why? because I simply did not have it to give in the first place.

When I read this for the first time, I immediately felt the connected, “Yes!  I know this!” You said what I have not the words.  I drink of this.  Now what?  Just because I drank that Kool-Aide does not mean anything, truly. It is more of a question than an answer?  A connection rather than a confirmation.

Where do I turn but into that deliberate seeker; tiny spirit; bright.  I seek it where I meet sky; where I meet mountain; where I meet you.

I am still.  Seeking simply is; a journey onward walking.  No trying; no attempts; I am as you are.  and We; we, are enough.  We are tiny spirits bright!  Shining with such brilliance; need no polishing.  We dull ourselves in the trying.

Up there, in that tiny moment, life; a gift of exquisite beauty.

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


*Monumental Intimacy, 1/2″ x 1″, charcoal, graphite, ink, paper, ©CKS, 2013

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Succor Creek

Desert Cliffs
with Sun-drenched festivals
of light cascading.
CKS

L352

Spring View
Cliffs at Succor Creek
Oregon


My husband introduced me to Succor Creek and Leslie’s Gulch, Oregon.  It is the High Desert landscape located not far from the Idaho border.

If you time it just right, you will see the desert flowers blooming in the spring before the sandy dry colors of yellow overwhelm the landscape.

Here, the flowers are not yet in bloom.  The desert she is preparing.  It was a lovely brisk day with green sprinkled within the dance of sun and cliffs.

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


*Succor Creek, Oregon, 1 1/4″ x 3 1/8″, ink, pastel, graphite, paper, ©CKS