The Golden Thread

Where the numinous qualities of life weave through artistic expression.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Spring

Exploring white space... and springtime...

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Symmetry

This spread was inspired by Dina Wakley's book, Art Journal Freedom. The faces are stamps by Pam Carriker.

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Sunday, December 30, 2012

Shall We Dance?

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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The Thread...

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Sunday, December 9, 2012

Cycles

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Postcard

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Saturday, November 10, 2012

Reminiscing Klimt

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There's a thread you follow.
It goes among
things that change.
But it doesn't change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can't get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time's unfolding.
You don't ever let go of the thread.

-- William Stafford

Meredith

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Meredith: It has become more difficult to introduce myself. How do we describe who we are? I realize that I am not defined by my name, my gender, my profession, my relationships, my religion, or my accomplishments. My past does not define me. I am… something else. Some will say that I am a presence moving gently here, and that I am one who listens deeply, loves with an open heart, finds bliss in ordinary miracles, and seeks truth in silence, innocently. I am not so different than you.

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