In my quest to understand beauty, I was reminded of the quote expressing that beauty is very subjective and determined by the response from the viewer. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” I feel that beauty is a living, breathing growing thing. Here is my poem that expresses this. I paired it with a close up photo of a freesia flower that bloomed in my garden. Many people have responded, “Oh, how beautiful” when they viewed the simple print.

Beauty is spark that leaps from the soul of the creator,
See it.
an idea formed in the mind of the artist,
Conceive it.
a shape molded in the hands of the craftsman,
Refine it.
a gift expressed from the heart of the giver,
Share it.
and a treasure beheld in the eyes of the receiver.
Love it.

Fresia best


The Orange Tree and the Giver

orange series 2a better
Here is a story that I am making into a Toastmasters speech.

The Orange Tree and the Giver
“Pick me, Pick me,” called the oranges on my neighbor’s tree.
Bigger than softballs, more orange than a frozen Creamsicle, they were tempting.
What if someone sees me, what if I ask and he says no, and views me as a beggar?
I remembered two famous quotes, “Tis better to give than to receive”, and
\“Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.”
They seemed like they were from wise people. What should I do?
They called again to remind me how sweet real orange tree oranges are.

I knocked on the door, then waited, then rang the doorbell.
An elderly man, thin, white, old, maybe 80,
stared at me with a look that demanded , “What do you want?”
“Mmmy name is Mike, and I live around the corner from you” I stammered,
“and I am wondering if I can have two of the beautiful oranges on your tree?”
He thought for a moment, then looked me over, then responded with a half smile,
“Sure, help yourself.”
I ran home for a bag, eager to pick off my reward.
I picked half a dozen, some high, some low, a few with leaves attached,
so I could paint pictures to honor them and honor the giver.
I painted pictures of them with little birds flying around them, admiring their beauty.
I made a thank you card and left it for him, and hope to see him again.

So here I am, happy with my oranges, happy to help someone be generous,
and happy to share the man’s wealth with you in words and images
and slices from oranges bigger  than softballs,
and sweeter than frozen Creamsicles.

Great Beginning

swallows and pink buds

I am happy to start the new year off by creating a blog for my stories and paintings. I look forward to learning about how to best use this tool to share. Please be patient with me. Your comments are always appreciated.

Here is my first poem; In Balance

In Balance
Cherry blossoms flutter in the wind,
and young swallows fly in graceful circles around them.
I wonder why.
Why are the blossoms so delicate and pretty,
and why do the swallows choose this route?

Maybe the swallows enjoy touching the pink flowers
and find pleasure in making patterns in the air.
Maybe cherry blossoms are nature’s fireworks:
reminders of how much beauty is in the present moment.

The little swallows in my painting
seem to move quickly around and off the page
while the blossoms float gracefully in the breeze.

Maybe that is the balance:
being fully alive and in motion
while remaining present to the wonders
of where we are right here and now.