Tuesday, August 16, 2011

sacred day two hundred twenty-seven

story stick.

along a walk with a dear friend i picked up this stick.  her dog immediately wanted it, but i wanted it, too.  i wanted to capture its beauty and texture.  i love sticks.  truly.  there is something so special about sticks.  i've been painting on them lately, tending to notice them more and more.  i know my spirituality is connected to trees.  i'm not sure of the connection being drawn to sticks in this way, but i know it's there and i'm becoming attunded to the connection itself.  there's something sacred in the beauty of what my hands hold.

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