this painting of my blessed muse was channeled using natural Earth Pigments, along with this poem which came through as I painted her.
Ear pressed to my listening place, as each whisper became a branch. Higher and higher, as I climbed Her voice like a tree. Then, as usual, my Wings got tangled In my messy hair, I dropped my Brush. I trembled, stumbled, and fell To the ground with a splatter and a Plop. Then… There, Where I landed, Under a Heap of knotted wings and hair. Lay my brush, Soaked in a new color Earth never shown before. Just one glimpse of this color, and I knew. If everyone Could see This color We Would shift the planet and Return it to brand new. This one miracle, Sweet ashes of Earth resumed. Returning love In a blaze of color to Fill the heart Of all Earths children. To Feed the hungry, Saddened, forgotten, Neglected souls. Just one color And Only this to Imagine. Here, where I fell in a messy pile of me. Ahhhhhh….. So in her limbs I nested. In dusty feathers, and twisted locks I mused…. As anything is possible, Even Just one color, stumbled upon while listening To a tree. Could shift the consciousness Of our planet. To me as you, you as me, and we as tree.