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."

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.

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Madrona

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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

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Morning of Long Shadows

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The Source

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Roots of the Ancestors

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The Standing Ones

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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.

Red Sun Paints Alder Forest

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

Wavy Bones

  
 

Her Wavy Bones Reach for More 
and Kiss the Sky


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She Knows

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Lumina

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

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Reaching Within

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Trees Dream the World

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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.

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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

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Power of Color

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Fern Forest

  


The Spirits of Fern Forest

 Dance in Light and Shadow





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Sunset Maple

 Silently Setting Sun Makes Magic on Mythical Maple

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By the Creek

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The Singing Birch

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Always Home

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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

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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

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