why
don’t i
go to the desert
walk amongst red rocks
and cactus
their arms
holding up the
blue blue sky
arid high clear
dry
lower my body
into a pool of water
stroking floating
reflection
put on
white cotton t’s
and cut-offs

This is the first poster that I have made that I am grouping under the label of “acts of kindness” to promote small acts.  Small acts, I have been told, can produce what is called a ripple effect in which the small acts spreads and effects other’s thoughts and actions.

I have seen enough of the small acts of meanness, bigotry, fear, greed, and just plain bullying. It has spread far and wide around the globe, and has infiltrated our minds and lives. Now, is the time for some kindness to blossom.

We don’t need to try so hard at producing something that is special. Most production has special as a surprise that can not be planned.

When one door closes, another opens;
but we often look so long
and so regretfully upon the closed door
that we do not see the one which has opened for us.

Alexander Graham Bell

There are shut doors
barred doors,
open, cracked,
and screen doors.
Doors with windows,
some are beaded curtains.
There are secret doors and
doors with a door man.
Up and down doors,
in and out doors.
Spinning around doors.
Every day there are doors
that will never open again
for us. We know it, we hate it,
and we try to use the window.

photo by nancy marie davis

blue alley 

photo by n.m.davis
there once was an alley
lined in blue
at the end was a forest
that we loved to walk through

I am now sixty-two. And time really does seem to go faster as I age. Only because we get closer to seeing the end rather than the beginning of our life here. The target looks bigger and bigger as we fly through space hurtling toward it.

As I hang onto my child heart, I also start to think of looking back less. Letting go of a lot of things that I have carried for far too long. Carrying things is something that only the young have the luxury to do. And we usually wish later on that we had learned this earlier. We hang onto things. We hold onto heavy grudges and heartaches, fears and anger. It is enough to make us sick and weary; and enough to ruin lives. Envy is a big one, as is jealousy. I can feel the heaviness when I say the words.

And it is so hard to see some of these heavy things until we are old, and looking back.

But, people of any age might take my advice.  Lighten up. Think light, pack light and let go.  You don’t have to hold on to heavy things, if you can ask, just ask for help in letting them go.  And practice the things that make life good. The things that sound light and really are very light.  Gratefulness, Love, peace, forgiveness, giving and letting go.

Find the love inside of you and feel it, share it, spread it gently without expectation.

The image is my digital art, the red sun.

i have always been an artist, in a sense of thinking that is. i think colour and shape, how something has a certain feel to it, how something has a certain balance. i like things that look the way that seems right to my senses. i look at everything as shape and colour and texture, and i like to touch things. i like to smell things, and taste things, like wine and food.

i like the way that a pencil feels on paper, and a good pen. also the way paint goes down onto what is being painted. i like photography and digital work as well.

it’s the way i think. it can’t help it. i really had no choice in the matter. no matter what i do, this is how i see it. it is my art.

and for the longest time, i did not enjoy it. i hid it away and did not create things that like to make or do. i felt a pressure to please other people. and now, i understand myself. and i actually like this part of myself. and i don’t think about someone liking or not liking what it is. i just enjoy it.

and so…here i am. the good, the bad, the ugly, and all the rest.

i want
to get it over with
not to an end
but an over and
over and 
over
with

there have been people
sharing part of themselves
their listening
their words
kindnesses
that i know
kept me
alive
surviving the rejection
of others
and the coldness of my own heart

i am back in this place
the only place to write
my thoughts
close at heart
frame of mind
meat and potatoes
crux of the matter
whatever
come here
if you
want
me

it escapes me
the magic of you

i can not figure
why

so many doves
fly

out of one heart