alive together

four linked weeks each time creative each time enlivening for me

veils and layers

translucent quietude

contemplating reflection

finding my own language

tapestry of images weaving gratefully


community forming

my heart fills up

and dances on the paper


the Alive Line meet-up

a sacred rendezvous

with the heart

with the hand


hearts coming together

touching the page with honesty

sharing and smiling


great water lines

bold brush stirs pot

words dance on heart


Thursday afternoon

and I prepare materials

for a practice of regularity


longing for years

trembly, my new favorite word

we can all be straightforward with squiggly lines


surrender

to come home

to your core

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