Maman at 19 painting a portrait of her sister in law Yvette Therrien

Maman at 19 painting a portrait of her sister in law Yvette Therrien

My mother Jeanne Barbes was the first inspiration in encouraging me to draw and explore my artistic side. The smell of linseed oil and paints around the house as I was growing up brings on pleasant memories of those childhood years when I watched my mother continue to pursue her passion for art despite her very busy life raising 8 children and struggling with increasingly debilitating rheumatoid arthritis.
Two of her charcoal portraits were exhibited in The Cincinnati Art Museum.

"THE JOURNEY" by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice--
though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug
at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible.
It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice
which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do
the only thing you could do--determined to save the only life you could save

"CHILD" by Cherokee poet Windsong

See the face of the Child, See his heart through his eyes, Teach him all that you know, Be strong for him, Lend him your heart if you can, When he walks.. walk with him...When he talks.. talk with him
If he cries..show him the spirit within. His soul is beautiful.. It's where the rainbow begins, If he is cold.. cover him with love..If he is hot// cover him with wind If he is tired.. let him dream..Most of all , teach him the future unseen Protect the heart of the young one..Hold him in your arms


Enfant

Regardez le visage de l'enfant
Regardez son cœur à travers ses yeux
Apprenez-lui tout ce que vous savez
Soyez forts pour lui
Prêtez-lui votre cœur, si vous pouvez
Quand il marche .. marcher avec lui
Quand il parle .. parler avec lui
S'il pleure .. montre lui l'esprit qui l'habite
Son âme est belle .. C'est là ou commence l'arc en ciel
S'il est froid .. couvrez-le avec amour
S'il est chaud ..couvrez-le avec du vent
S'il est fatigué .. laissez-lui rêver
Surtout lui enseigner l'avenir invisible
Soldat!
Protéger le coeur du petit
Tenez-lui dans vos bras


"COUCHER DE SOLEIL" by Yves Duteil

Dans les eaux de la mer, On voit des reflets d'or , Quand le soleil s'endort
Dans les bras de la mer. Et le ciel se repose, La mer est un miroir
Où son bleu devient noir Et ses nuages roses.Quand le soleil s'éteint,
Les étoiles de mer, Font un ciel à l'envers, Où dorment les dauphins.
Dans les eaux de la mer, On voit des reflets d'or, Quand le soleil s'endort , Dans les bras de la mer.


"FLY WITH THE EAGLES" by Ronald L. Conrad

I stretch out my arms and fly with the eagles
I hunt with the bear
I run with the deer
I swim with the fish
and yet I still am a man

I sing with the wind
I plant the soilI watch the flame
I listen to the brook
and yet I still am a man

When I will rest
My bones will lay on the soil
my flesh will flow with the river
my spirit will fly with the wind
and yet I am still a man

*warpath*

"GREAT ORB RISING" by Iain Mackay

Pale moonlight, cold sphere
Silently sailing
Night’s skies, dark and clear.
Distant stars lighting
All that quietly sleeps,
Soon to be waking
When sunrise draws near –
The Great Orb rising.

"MORNING POEM" by Mary Oliver

Every morning the world is created.
Under the orange sticks of the sun
the heaped ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches ---
and the ponds appear like black cloth
on which are painted islands of summer lilies.
If it is your nature to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit carries within it
the thorn that is heavier than lead ---
if it's all you can do to keep on trudging
---there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted ---
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.

from Dream Work (1986) by Mary Oliver

"SPIRIT OF YESTERDAY" by Brenda Cloud Dancer

I've walked the lads of the ancient ones..
long since gone generations
I can still feel their laughter.. their pain
I can still hear their songs..
hear their drums beating against a darkened sky..
I can see them dancing.. I can still see horses painted up for war
Still see mothers and wives with tears in their eyes
but pride in their hearts
I can hear their chants.. their prayers
Still the memories and pride run deep in my own heart and soul as it did
The people.. medicine and holy men and the chiefs
This is my heritage.. the American Indians
Spirit of yesterday .. is the spirit of tomorrow

"SLEEPING IN THE FOREST" by Mary Oliver

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

from Sleeping In The Forest by Mary Oliver
© Mary Oliver

"THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS" by Wendwll Berry

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

"TIME FOR A COOL CHANGE" by the little River Band

If there's one thing in my life that's missing
It's the time I spend alone
Sailing on the cool and bright clear waters
There's lots of those friendly people
Showin me ways to go
And I never want to lose your inspiration

Time for
A cool change...
I know that it's time
For a cool change
Now that my life
Is so pre-arranged
I know that it's time
For a cool change

Well I was born in the sign of water
And it's there that I feel my best
The albatross and the whales
They are my brothers
It's kind of a special feeling
When you're out on the sea alone
Starin' at the full moon
Like a lover

Time for
A cool change...
I know that it's time
For a cool change
Now that my life
Is so prearranged
I know that it's time
For a cool change

Well I've never been romantic
And sometimes I don't care
I know it may sound selfish
But let me breathe the air

If there's one thing in my life that's missing
It's the time that I spend alone
Sailing on the cool and bright clear waters
It's kind of a special feeling
When you're out on the sea alone
Staring at the full moon like a lover

Time for
A cool change...
I know that it's time
For a cool change
Now that my life is so prearranged
I know that it's time
For a cool change





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"WILD GEESE" by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver
published by Atlantic Monthly Press