Out Of The Fog

Acrylic on canvas, 8″x10″

Well there it was the whole time, a beautiful flower was just hidden by the fog. Actually, some plants like the fog — they draw nourishment from it. I for one, do not like fog in my life. I wonder if sometimes, though, I draw nourishment from it? I’m still a little foggy on that… 

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Pushing Through the Roses

Pushing Through the Roses FAA

Pushing Through the Roses

They’re not so pretty, all by themselves, although they do have a beauty of their own. Not so flashy. Not so showy.

Pushy?

Well, yes. But in a way that actually complements the roses, and makes them both more than either alone. What they do seem to have is a solid self confidence. They’re confident in their plainness. Confident that it’s just them being completely themselves that makes everything better.

Assertiveness training through flower arranging. Who’da thunk?

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Gently in the Morning

Gently in the Morning FAA

Easy now, no jarring alarm clocks today.

Just unfold and open yourself to the new day’s light. Stretch. Slow now, there’s no rush.

How long does it take to wake up this way? Does it add another minute to your prep time? Five?

Seriously. How do you want to set yourself up for the day? A moment of panic, jolting your body out of bed, trying desperately to cram ten pounds of activity into a five pound schedule? What do you think this does to your mind and your spirit?

What difference might it make to your day to remember these flowers and allow your body to unfold and smile the new day into being?

Sure, I know. But you can probably do it sometime. On a weekend. On your birthday. You might like the way the day goes so much you’ll start to make it a priority.

Yeah, I know it’s ten pounds of potatoes and a five pound bag. Just go with me on this.

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A Place to Rest

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Come on in and meditate.

Doesn’t it look like you could just snuggle in and feel all safe and cozy and one with everything? (No jokes about the Dalai Lama and the hot dog vendor, please!)

So here’s the thing: you just need a little opening, a crack in the world, to send yourself into if you’re going to journey to another realm, and these flowers are as good a place to dive in as any. Just imagine yourself (remember imagining?) floating in behind the petals and the tendrils and let your very capable imagination take you deep into the magical lands of Spirit.

Patience, gently now…

Oh, did I mention that “imagination” is not the same thing as “pretend”? Although you can start by pretending, (kind of like priming a pump) “imagination” is actually a western misnomer for “eyes of the soul.”

Just as real as the optical variety, you know.

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Look at Me, No ME

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They’re all lovely, aren’t they? And yet, like children, they each want to be the center of attention.

Or better yet, the center of affection.

It’s funny how each is concerned only with itself, yet together they make the most wonderful ensemble. Something worth thinking about when we’re told not to think of ourselves and our own wants and desires, isn’t it? If each member of this community didn’t make a priority of being the most magnificent being they could be, where would the community be?

Well not in this photo, anyway.

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail please go here.

Morning Light

Morning Light FAA

A bright cool morning is flooding our flower friends with the promise of so many possibilities — and in their astonishing variety, the flowers are returning the favor, reaching out in their eager dance of life. They look like a bunch of kids about to be let loose for recess, don’t they?

But each day not only gives us the gift of a fresh start, in all the new paths it puts before us to explore, the day itself is also excitedly anticipating the gifts that we will bring to it. It lays itself completely wide open before us, giving itself totally to us with its new energies, its weather, its events, people, and it waits, not knowing, vulnerable, for what we will do with it. We’re not at the mercy of what the day will bring, it’s actually the other way around.

What fun to begin a new day — what gifts will it bring us? And what gifts will we bring to it?

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail please go here.

Honey Dipped

Honey Dipped FAA

I look at these flowers and I can’t help but think of honey and butter rolled up in a warm tortilla, oh my!

That’s one my favorite sensual joys. I’m sure you have yours that are pretty awesome too. But you know, I never had to have yucky food to be able to appreciate yummy food. Yummy food is immediately yummy without needing to reference anything else but its own yumminess.

Do you see where I’m going with this?

It’s a spiritual cliché that if we didn’t know pain, how would we know pleasure, if we didn’t know the bad, how would we know the good?

I’m not buying it, and I think you can see from the example above (I’m sure you can think of a few choice ones of your own) how quickly that’s shown to be B.S. — Berry Silly. (mmmm, berries!)

Not that we can’t learn from suffering, because we obviously can, and not that I wouldn’t appreciate a good honey and butter burrito even more if I had to eat mud burritos for a few days.

The point is, it’s kind of offensive and patronizing to cite this particular bit of nonsense as some kind of sensible or comforting answer. Though I’ve been tempted to use it myself when I didn’t have any good answer for suffering. As if there was one.

And to think this all started with a picture of some flowers…

Some of which are good to eat also!

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail please go here.

Rise and Shine (Xtreme Floral 22)

Xtreme Floral 22 FAADon’t these girls look like they’re rising to the first morning rays?

Just look at them, rising out of the darkness, eager, stretching toward the light, toward the excitement of a new day to be alive. Flowers are beautiful, but they’re awfully short lived. For flowers, “seize the day” isn’t just a nice slogan, it’s a life mission, since their lives are measured in days, or weeks at most.

And yet their lives are full, presumably no less full to them than ours, or than that of a giant tortoise whose lifespan is measured in centuries rather than our own decades.

Every life can be full and rich, no matter how short, no matter what form it takes so long as it is truly:

lived.

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail or to purchase a high quality print either framed or unframed, please go here.

Hot Pink Hiding (Xtreme Floral Twenty One)

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You know when you’re listening to some music and there’s that one riff or unexpected accent that just kicks the whole thing up another level? Or the little bit of spice in the recipe that takes the meal from good to scrumptious?

Maybe Hot Pink isn’t actually hiding. Maybe it’s more likely that she’s just quietly confident in her role as the catalyst that brings everything together. She knows she doesn’t have to scream and shout and be the center of attention to be a significant part of the mix.

The image works fine without her. But she snuck into the picture, and it works better with her. And she knows that.

Oddball. Weirdo. Not from around here. Doesn’t fit in.

Thank goodness.

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail or to purchase a high quality print either framed or unframed, please go here

Say Ahhhh (Xtreme Floral Twenty)

Xtreme Floral 20 FAAWhen you say ahhhh you are expressing, in the most primal way, gratitude.

Rejoicing.

I have no idea what the consciousness of flowers might be like, but their very existence shouts I am alive, I am here, I am part of the magnificent tapestry of life, from its most complex evolved form, to the simplest subatomic particle/wave, and my existence will not be denied!

A plant’s consciousness is probably not very accessible to most of us, but just looking at how they grow and move and reach out exuberantly, with brilliant color and subtle shades and tints, is a powerful reminder of the deep impulse of life itself to grow, to expand, to fill the universe with the beauty of being.

Just being.

Just be. It’s enough. And it’s beautiful.

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail or to purchase a high quality print either framed or unframed, please go here