i am the spirit of the bear and i am in such prolonged, deep pain some humans out there think we bears are here for hunting or to entertain to dance in the circus to be baited and tormented or our parts used for medicine by those humans, demented we belong to the forests, to the mountains and streams this is supposed to be our reality not just in our dreams.
the days they pass.
as pass they will.
the lessons not
no answers given.
back at the
and when the day
a peaceful night???
we cry for you and those in your life. we cry for those who die for no reason... WHY. we cry for our species who never learns. we cry for our world, that barely turns. we cry for peace we cry for sanity. we cry out... is there any hope for humanity...
to love unbridled
reins not held.
to let the heart run
there to melt.
to find joy in the
of such love...
greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason.
my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find
inspiration in too many things to list, and far too
many more to remember.
sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from
living with a chronic illness, i have learned the
beauty of each day, and treat each as another
sun salutation, and another chance.