The Dreaming Tree

Madrona

2012-02-29T23:30:00.001-08:00

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To Her Radiant Grace

2012-02-28T21:41:00.000-08:00

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

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Morning of Long Shadows

2012-01-24T17:30:00.000-08:00

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The Source

2012-01-24T17:16:00.000-08:00

Original Art work by Little Drum

Roots of the Ancestors

2012-01-20T06:00:00.000-08:00

Original Painting by Little Drum

The Standing Ones

2012-01-19T06:00:00.000-08:00

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New Year Mountain Moonrise

2012-01-18T06:00:00.000-08:00

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.

Red Sun Paints Alder Forest

2012-01-17T18:42:00.000-08:00

Cold Winter Sun Heats up the Sky burning the trees of my Alder forest.

Wavy Bones

2011-11-29T14:43:00.000-08:00

Her Wavy Bones Reach for More
and Kiss the Sky

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She Knows

2011-10-21T14:52:00.000-07:00

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Lumina

2011-08-22T15:49:00.000-07:00

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Reaching Within

2011-08-17T00:09:00.000-07:00

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Trees Dream the World

2011-08-17T00:02:00.000-07:00

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Her Dreaming Forest

2011-06-17T10:43:00.000-07:00

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.

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Today the Trees are Singing

2011-06-16T10:25:00.000-07:00

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

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Power of Color

2011-06-02T07:03:00.000-07:00

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Fern Forest

2011-06-01T21:03:00.000-07:00

The Spirits of Fern Forest

Dance in Light and Shadow

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Sunset Maple

2011-06-01T20:52:00.000-07:00

Silently Setting Sun Makes Magic on Mythical Maple

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By the Creek

2011-06-01T17:36:00.000-07:00

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The Singing Birch

2011-06-01T17:32:00.000-07:00

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Always Home

2011-05-25T12:47:00.000-07:00

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She looks into Me

2011-05-25T12:21:00.000-07:00

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

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For the Muse

2011-05-25T11:24:00.000-07:00

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

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Rooted

2011-05-25T10:28:00.000-07:00

Roots on Rocky Soil, she draws her strength from Everywhere

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Shadow Dance

2011-05-24T20:59:00.000-07:00

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Cedar Mandala

2011-05-24T20:37:00.000-07:00

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Twister Sister

2011-05-17T21:33:00.000-07:00

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She is Big

2011-05-02T15:49:00.000-07:00

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She is a Spirit

2011-05-02T15:33:00.000-07:00

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Temples of Old

2011-05-02T15:18:00.000-07:00

Trees that command pause just by standing, are many in these woods.

Old and new intertwined, her body a Temple by design.

These many rooms all in One Tree.

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Songs of the Loving Earth

2011-04-27T17:45:00.000-07:00

Mother Cedar Sings the Cycles of the Loving Earth. We dance and we dream. We draw our sustenance from the story of Life Returning. Old supports new with body and breath. New supports old with beauty and stamina.

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She tells

2011-04-27T14:06:00.000-07:00

These fine ladies are holding the ground at a bluffside park in town.
You can tell by their fanciful smiles that the whole neighborhood stops by to chat.
And get the latest on who's been seen picnicking nigh.
The stories are fit for supper or a leisurely afternoon tea.

As I waved goodbye the ladies whispered their love for the two legged kind. For in pictures they live on, in stories Divine.

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Fir Stands in the Mist

2011-04-27T10:36:00.000-07:00

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Hemlock

2011-04-27T10:30:00.000-07:00

Hemlocks have the softest of Spirits. Gentle, welcoming, soothing strength.

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She Reigns

2011-04-27T10:25:00.000-07:00

In slender Greenbelts the Majesty of trees reign. And my heart reaches out to the place in time where her whole costume is green, not just her belt.

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In her Shadow

2011-04-13T10:39:00.000-07:00

In her Shadow I am dancing

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The White Wizard

2011-04-13T10:22:00.000-07:00

She is a White Wizard against the blue sky of magic.
Her waving wands whisper the dreams of your heart
out into the great wide open.

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The Willowing One

2011-04-13T10:10:00.000-07:00

The Willow has a mystery all her own.
She soothes.
As we sit by her loving arms and weep.
My heart finds rest in her twisting trunks and cascading, willowing locks.

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Dreaming into Being

2011-04-07T08:48:00.000-07:00

Her Body is a Dream Machine. A portal to the Dreaming Mystery. Beauty created by the mere act of being.
She brings me to my knees in pure surrender. And I flow my salty tears at her feet.

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Her Heart is Pink

2011-04-07T08:00:00.000-07:00

The Life of Her above the ground, radiates color, light and sound.
Her waiting arms reach for the sky, while my heart sings her loving cry.

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The Dreaming Portal

2011-03-29T08:41:00.000-07:00

Let your Longing become Dreaming

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The Skin of Her Drum

2011-03-29T08:18:00.000-07:00

Her heartbeat drums

Calling me closer

Arms and legs holding me tightly

I brush against her skin

And as I love her, I see I am loving myself

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She Speaks

2011-03-29T07:31:00.000-07:00

She stands sentinel at the gateway to my home….where my heart is.
Her skin begins to crack. She is moving from old to ancient.
Her furrows widen to let go more. She surrenders her wisdom to the Core.
Beneath the earth I cannot see how deep and wide she spreads her influence.
In my knowing I feel her.
She is breathing the Earth.
She is breathing the Sky.
She speaks of the world flowing by.

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Cedar

2011-03-24T14:01:00.000-07:00

Big and Little all together in One Inspiring World

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The Gift of Kindred Souls

2011-03-18T09:25:00.000-07:00

A winter eagle came to me

And flapped her wings into this dream

Winter sun on morning trees

Winding roots touch water’s edge

Her beauty sweeps me into tears

I turn my body

To Winter Eagle

We are face to face

Wisdom White

Head and Tail

Her presence is my grace

Into my heart she shines a mirror

The gift of kindred souls

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We are Everywhere

2011-03-18T08:16:00.000-07:00

When I look at who I am, what do I see? What do I love?

Trees — the rocks — the mountains, the ocean, the sand — I love to feel these beings, with my heart with my hands.

Who am I when I see you in the mirror — ancient warrior, shaman, girl , a woman, a man, a boy — a thousand faces —dreaming, smiling, crying, giving birth — my strength it is to feel.

And my purpose? To let the music move through me, move my heart to tears. To Joy.

Who are you Little Drum? Really?

My essence is to feel. To use the power of these feelings to not become lost in them, but to express, to MOVE, to grow, to create. I can assist others to move, to grow, to heal, to create.

Fill yourself with your gifts. What makes you feel most alive? Touching my unique spirit. Expressing. Energy. Moving it. Through sounds — motion. The soul’s beauty seduced into form — a sound, a wave, an utterance, a cry.

My heart swells when I look at her. I feel the grasses blowing at the slightest wind. I am right when I am in harmony with the land.

You think I’m beautiful — this is what makes me beautiful. This land, this earth when she flows through me. I am her emissary. I walk forward in her name. I bring the Ancient blood to reconnect with the heart spirit of the land.

Right now I am in my power. Channeling my truth. Expressing from the core of the Universe. I am the channel for loving, living light. This is what matters. Touching love. She is everywhere. We are everywhere. In all of us. Discover the jewel inside. That is my name.

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Eagle's Nest

2011-03-17T21:16:00.000-07:00

She holds me while I cry

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Allies in the Dance

2011-03-17T18:24:00.000-07:00

Facing the rising Moon and coming darkness, the chill wind still moves quickly over the Mountain, Spring is promised.

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She Dreams

2011-03-09T10:06:00.000-08:00

When I close my eyes I see trees
With great twisting trunks and skyward facing branches
She whispers from her depths
What she's found in the core of life

"Every pulse of you becomes the Dream.
Live your Dreams."

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In her hands

2011-03-09T09:50:00.000-08:00

Her palm beckons. Lay upon me.
Cradling arms for my sleepy bones
Resting, I feel the pulse of Earth
from her body to mine
together we rhyme

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Sit with her awhile

2011-03-09T09:22:00.000-08:00

This Morning I saw her. Sitting in the branches of my Magic Birch.

She let me come closer than ever before.

And Sit with her awhile.

Before she flew away

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Body Like a Tree

2011-03-04T08:19:00.000-08:00

If I were to name the likes of me

I'd praise my body like a tree

Strong and smooth and rough and brown

Into the earth my roots go down

Arms outstretched toward heaven's splendor

Wind and Rain bathe my heart tender

Sun and Moon pass over me

Earth's breath and tears my symphony

And If I were a Maiden Fair

The deep rich brown that is my hair

Would glow beneath the Lunar light

And keep me warm on Winter's night

Dark swirling pools that laugh and shine

Are how I praise these eyes of mine

Songbirds sing and I do answer

In life's sweet journey I am the dancer.

~Story by Little Drum

Tree and Me

2011-03-04T07:53:00.000-08:00

There is an old tree at the end of my street. At night when everyone else in the neighborhood is sleeping, I tiptoe my way from our house to the vacant lot where she stands waiting, for people like me. Her beauty stops me cold. I am in her spell. To feel her presence is to match one’s vibe to that of the turning earth. I kneel to her Majesty the Queen.

Her branches above me reach for perfection. And they touch it with grace, raining on my back in droplets. Her roots climb into the velvet womb, tendril and snake to the water beneath. Everywhere she touches earth and sky, she touches me. And I tingle. Her electric blood runs through my veins. In spurts and jolts she consumes me.

I undress before her. I cradle her trunk, and savor the softness of cedar skin against my bare chest and belly. Passion infused incites me to drink of her sensual seduction. There is magic between us. She has snaked into my heart like no other before her. Her petals like wings of the angels embrace all sound while I open my soul to her story.

The soles of my feet burn, her acid earth beneath me. I shake and swell and spin. I pound the earth, hands and feet. A circle near her skirt I mumble. With every pass I am louder, closer to her raging flow. Dizzy I run, faster, harder, she trips me. I fall sprawling, laughing, crying.

The moon has been watching us. Our dance, our lovemaking. Catching my breath is easy. For another howl. The sound wakes my friend, a shepherd two doors down. Our Lunar chorus haunts the night.

My clothes are warmer than my skin. She kisses me goodnight and waves me home through summer wind.

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Winter Birch Beckons

2011-03-02T13:29:00.000-08:00

Black Diamonds on Silver Birch dazzle the sky
While lusting roots drink from the creekside nearby
Her twisting arms beckon more Blackbirds to fly

Tree Shaman's Drum

2011-03-02T13:11:00.000-08:00

The Tree Shamans dance beating prayers on Heaven's Drum. I peer into the portal of Light and Sound. My dreams take flight on the Tree Shaman's Drum.

She Watches

2011-02-23T20:39:00.000-08:00

"Great Goddess Woman Tree
I am you, and you are Me
Roots and Branches all around
Reach for Life, Your Heart is My Sound"

Story by Little Drum. Excerpted from Song Lyrics
Singing My Soul Home (c) 2006

Tribal Dancers at Twilight

2011-02-23T20:29:00.000-08:00

Tribal Dancers at Twilight

Singing Prayers to the Great Above

The Standing Ones know

From where the River flows

And to where the Heart Returns

Faces of the Mother ~ Returning to Herself

2011-02-16T11:09:00.000-08:00

The Mother Goddess and the Hag

The Sun on your Face
The Moon of your Womb
The Moss has grown thick on your body
The Whale's Tale Bone
Will Sing you Home
Crumbling, resting
Simply nestling
Into the Arms of Earth

~Story by Little Drum

New Growth

2008-10-17T15:56:00.000-07:00

Certainly much has happened in the world since my last post in Dec. of 2007.
I have moved from the city. My new home is deep in the woods at the base of a beautiful wild mountain in the North Cascades.
I am befriending my neighborhood of trees.

My idea for the tree planting business was focused on the city, a place where I rarely visit. So I am adjusting to a new gallery website that express and exalts the beauty found in nature through all media of art.

The Birth of a World Forest

2007-12-03T17:58:00.000-08:00

* This is a fictional press release for the Tree Planting Dream I was exploring before I picked up and moved from the City to the Woods. I still like the idea, and also the Gallery of Trees idea...let's dream! *

World Forest is a dynamic new tree planting company run by founder
Little Drum.

It's birth is the result of a longing for the return of the wisdom of Tree species worldwide, as a guiding force in the creative aspirations of the Human species.

Beyond tree planting, World Forest is the expression of Beauty and Creative Life force that is inspired by the Grace of these Beings that exemplify the Grandeur of the Natural World.

Passionate Perch

2007-11-26T11:49:00.000-08:00

I have a passion for trees. This passion makes me want to see them everywhere. In all shapes and sizes. Colored leaves, falling leaves, no leaves.

As a kindred soul I feel the energy, reaching deep into the earth, stretching out into the skies, reaching for my heart with limbs of strength and grace. A wind swept arch, their dancing partner leads, while corsages of birds adorn the mighty form.