This is an old piece from 5 years ago…
I have lived in a World of Wonder.
I Wonder what that means?
I lift tubes of paint to canvasses bare and Wonder if I can do it again.
I Wonder when the dam will break, and I will be received. Golden haired and ready to take my place in the world of AArt.
I go out to Sea and look below me and wonder about the life I feel, but, cannot see or share.
I roam along ancient Coast Salish Middens and Wonder what secrets and stories they hold. If I listen carefully in stillness I can hear them.
I voyage with eyes closed and Wonder if the visions and the stories told from “Other Lives” lived are mine.
I hold a place for my children to grow and Wonder who they will become.
I search the stars and Wonder at the enormity of it all.