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Art Sanctuary - Book of Hours: AUGUST
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Sunday, October 28, 2007. So many atmospheres and. Like another blossoming rose. Is making me real. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Walk Through the Art Sanctuary. Art Sanctuary - Official Site. Art Sanctuary - The Never-Ending Story. A romantic like Tone Aanderaa would be in communion with the spirit of her surroundings in any corner of the world" (Rudolf Baranik). There is an indefinable space between dream and reality, a world in itself. And Nicky Bendix; www.nickybendix.com. Tone Aanderaa is al...
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Art Sanctuary - the Never-Ending Story: Wor(l)ds
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Saturday, October 27, 2007. I've searched the sky. I've traced the contours of each cloud that passed me by. I've searched and looked and asked the stars. I've let my fingers play with every blade of grass. Along the rock I sit and ponder on. And I have asked again. I've listened to the silence. When I am just about to close my eyes. And I am seeing nothing. I've asked the stillness also. But it doesn't answer. And so I haven't heard them. And I haven't found a single one of them. And tell the world.
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Art Sanctuary - Book of Hours: JUNE
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Sunday, October 28, 2007. You mustn't ask me to hurry now. I am walking through an ancient forest. My heart is running ahead of me. I follow slowly behind. Through heather and moss. And my heart is finding. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Walk Through the Art Sanctuary. Art Sanctuary - Official Site. Art Sanctuary - The Never-Ending Story. A romantic like Tone Aanderaa would be in communion with the spirit of her surroundings in any corner of the world" (Rudolf Baranik). Tone Aanderaa is also the o...
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Art Sanctuary - Book of Hours: MAY
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Sunday, October 28, 2007. Lips that hold you breath. To hold your heart. My own is carried. In the gentlest hand. Each moment of the day. That's why it always sings. And brings me treasures. And I can sit each morning. Lips that hold your breath. To hold your heart. I feel forever blessed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Walk Through the Art Sanctuary. Art Sanctuary - Official Site. Art Sanctuary - The Never-Ending Story. There is an indefinable space between dream and reality, a world in itself.
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Art Sanctuary - Book of Hours: JULY
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Sunday, October 28, 2007. If I have been sitting near a babbling brook. And dancing to the happiest songs I've known. I now walk next to a wider river. Quiet and clear and slow. A bottom is covered with precious stones. Shaped by this endless flow. Of a stream running through. And a wellspring that dwells. In a place that is deep below. And I walk through a landscape appearing at dawn. And I know it's the wonder of all. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Walk Through the Art Sanctuary. Music has alway...
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Art Sanctuary - Book of Hours: JANUARY
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Sunday, October 28, 2007. I am finding feathers. And I start to count again;. One is for one yearning heart. Two a mind combining. Three speaks to a soul that longs. The fourth is for the Time. And five becomes the mirror. Where I meet myself again;. With six I shape a little wing. And seven is the flight I almost make. Eight is my attempt again. And nine the voyage that I take in Time. I see a life. That isn't quite my own. I see I lived. But all around a land is wasting. Someone's dreams are dying.
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Art Sanctuary - Book of Hours: NOVEMBER
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Sunday, October 28, 2007. Tear this feeling out of me. Hold it out and let the air be chilly cold and wet and. Let the raindrops soak until it isn't longer bearable. Throw it farther than you ever did. With anything or anybody. Let it spin away to somewhere I can never find it. I can't stand this feeling anymore. Let it wash ashore on distant latitudes. Let it rise and walk meandering through unfamiliar landscape. Let it lose itself and never find its way. Let it search where noone searched before. She h...
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Art Sanctuary - Book of Hours: APRIL
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Sunday, October 28, 2007. I'm waking with these feelings. Flying all about me. They're making me confused. With all their fluttering. And because they are so many. All related to a future. I don't know which wing. And if what I see. Is what's to be. Or should have been. Or just a ghost. Of some forgotten dream. And put my robe on. Walk about on naked feet. And hold my breath. Is there something I can hear. If I can't see? Wings inside my robe. And when I close my eyes. I feel as if I hold a little bird.
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Art Sanctuary - Book of Hours: MARCH
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Sunday, October 28, 2007. I stare in wonder as a light appears. In ponds and even little puddles. And I can but walk through. Remove and leave each garment as it falls. I pass each threshold. And feeling ever richer. One is for my heart to sing. My mind is dancing through the second. Soaring spirit flies with ease. And yet again there is another. My soul walks slowly now. As silky timeless time. Envelops all I am. And so we meet. On this the other side. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Music has alway...
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