

I was thinking about the painting I did yesterday when I consulted the Oracle this morning. A shadorma for Colleen’s #tankatuesday. Sue Vincent provided the inspiration with her haiku, below.
clouds cover the moon,
beyond dawn’s pale horizon
sun rises unseen
haiku ©2020 Sue Vincent

sky of still
water—open me
to borning,
this healing
breath that listens to stars be
tween morning and night
This is lovely! Like a prayer to the sky. And the colours are like Turner’s sunrises.
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We all had the same colors. I wasn’t intending a Turner feel, but I’ll never say no to one. Thanks Jane.
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We use what we get. They’re lovely anyway.
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Beautiful, Kerfe.
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Thanks Sue. As always, your words are inspiring.
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This is beautiful, Kerfe–words and your art, too. Yes, the colors are Turner-like.
this healing
breath that listens to stars. . .
I love that. The Oracle had me listening to sky and water. I think yours, Jane, and mine were all different aspects of the same message about nature.
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I agree. They all have a Turner-like feeling too.
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lovely!
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Beautiful poetry and artwork. Even if we can’t see it, the sun is still rising.
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Thanks Jade. Yes.
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I love your painting. The mysterious poem adds further layers of meaning.
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Thanks Suzanne. Nature paints beautiful skies, and we do our best imitations.
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The Oracle always shares the beauty of the universe with you, Kerfe. Absolutely beautiful!! I don’t know why Mr. Linky didn’t show up for you??? I did add your poem to the lineup on the recap post. It’s a full moon tonight. Let’s blame it on the universe. ❤
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Thanks Colleen, she does.
I’ve been having lots of WordPress glitches lately. I’ll try to pay more attention next time also.
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It’s been that way for many of us, Kerfe. I try to keep track, but I miss some. ❤
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