'I am not a wise old lady, who can tell a grand life story, or a person whose story deserves to be told -
I only have my voice…
Perhaps my voice can reach into your heart and make it smile for a few brief moments in time.'
Child; Wife; Mother; Artist; Poet, journeying home….probably in that order. Grew up in Africa-my home for 35 years, now live in a little Village in England.
Owl and Whale,
by the light of the harvest moon
Whisper the air
Gaurd the deep blue
They, there to witness
little wonders in awe
Hold fast to the little lands,
little dreams more
Ever than not, in the waking up late
The owl t’whoed softly, ‘Look to your fate’
The whale swam upside them, their eyes on ascendancy, in notes of intensity, ‘Nay, this is your destiny’
Drawing done for #Inktober2018, Prompt: Tranquil
Title: Repose – cos I was listening to my sons composition, on repeat, of the same name. Sooo chill.