Wednesday, May 16, 2012

The Dreaming Trees

There is a dream, and it is happening now.  These beings of light are rooting this deep and powerful story into the Earth.  "We are strong.  We weave magic.  We breathe life into your heart, and connect you to the belly of all creation."

Friday, May 11, 2012

Softly Dreaming Forest

When I walk a dreaming forest like this one, I fly through the branches and perch.  I scurry the trunks and jump limb to limb.  I lay my body beneath her canopy while my spirit dances in the clouds above.  

When I walk a dreaming forest like this one, I know I am home.

Story by Little Drum

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

To Her Radiant Grace

I reach my Roots deep into the soil and drink from her belly. 
I spread my branches wide and exhale to Her Radiant Grace

Story by Little Drum

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

New Year Mountain Moonrise

You have risen many times in my eyes, and long before my eyes could see
The darkness falls upon the mountain as your sentinel eye guides the night birds to their nest. Calling echoes across the Land.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Monday, August 22, 2011


Story by Little Drum

This painting is available as a print or greeting card on my Fine Art America Website.

Prints of Lumina

Friday, June 17, 2011

Her Dreaming Forest

Before me stands a Goddess of grace and beauty. Her skin is soft and strong. Her gaze beams love and timeless mystery. I long to sit in her story. She offers her stead and cushions my step as I wander her dreaming forest.

Story by Little Drum

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Today the Trees are Singing

Today, the trees are singing
they are calling for my heart
The wind is pushing gently
on my sorrows
"Let them go" the giants whisper
I watch the wind fly through the firs
I hear its whoosh and cry
The call to heal and honor death
And fill my lungs with her sweet breath
I raise my arms
An act of Faith
And cast my grief into the sky

Story by Little Drum

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Always Home

Story by Little Drum

She looks into Me

I will never be a logger's wife. 
Or spill her blood for my table. 
the giving tree has been wrung dry 
Only droplets fill my goblets  

I look into her 
she looks into me 
she sees perfection 
and I cry 
how can she love me so?  

How can I give my life for her? 
In a way that will matter. 
Matter for her. 
It is not selfless giving she wants 
but the giving of the self. 
Where can I give my life for her? 
In a way that does matter. 
Matter for me. 
She gives until she can give no more 
And it is never enough 
for those who have no love 
only decadent souls 
I will cry no more forever 
for her legacy is in my bones

Story by Little Drum

For the Muse

I will shade you from the sharpest rays 
Make rest beneath my crown
I’ll dance for you, You sing for me
Together we make Magic, Timeless
Wisdom, Forest Lore, The Bard in you
A Story for the wanderer, seeking nothing, seeking more

Story by Little Drum