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November 2009 
EntracedDance
Posted on Aug 7th, 2008
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Doug
Doug
22X30” Watercolor on paper
I’m not sure what to do when you love this much,
when you desire so much life-blood flows down your legs
in pools at our feet,
An African dance
The drum calling in that push away from me
Pull me into you sort of way
The ocean singing in soft tones
And crashing
In tears
Leaning against the back of couch
Because I needed that bit of distance
Lest I just get drowned in the whirlpool
Venus dressed in barnacles and neglect
That wisp of hair
Across the gap
With gentle fingers
Before the drum calls
For something more beautiful
Access: Public
I recognize this feeling…and you express it beautifully.
You've captured it exactly as you always do, Douglass.
Thank you Aley! Who is that masked puppy?
Wow! You've captured what definitely can't be put into words. The poem is wonderful, the painting tells truths that even the poem can't capture. Especially the part with the drips. You are a brave man because you live in love, and you are actually open to all of life. Thanks for teaching us.
Hi Pearly and Thank you! There was so much more in the room with all of us then simply all of us. I had to close my eyes to see, to feel a breeze circling counterclockwize, the invisible cat perched above, that something that stirs the tops of the trees making them flash silver to each other across the field, enlisting animals for their ecstacy, drawing us in closer to beauty.
Thank you Martha! No bravery I just don't know any other way but to feel what it is, depression is not an option, but I've been there before.
magically delicious!
TY Starlight! Yes, I'm looking now through the tall grass for a four leaf clover. Wish me luck, it's so rare to find one. Perhaps it's enough to know they exist?
Doug this is rich and warm and soft and undulating all at once…Ive felt these feelings and am once again surrendering to the flow through your words and painting…the colors are luscious…I dont know why they make me think of yoni wisdom but they do…not that this is what you had in mind…but just the colors of it I think..the flow…the curves…very very rich Doug
Wow…that is so beautiful! They're all so good, but now this one's my favorite because I see it most clearly and remember playing the drum and people dancing and the incredible push-pull we were all flowing to…
Did you paint this last night? Or did you already have it and then wrote the poem to go with it?
Regardless, it's a great one, Doug!!! :) <3
i love you my dear one
i will always have a strand for you
i will never lose you
nor you me
calling across time
remembered
TY Julia. Usually there is a call back beat to return from the journey, but I haven't hurt it yet, but maybe I did and missed it? So easy to get lost when you don't know the way!
Hi Lisa and TY!
Often now the paintings come before the experience which inspired them. This one I finished last week before the gathering, before anything, but I didn't know it yet completely. I did know before that it was about the drumming but the specifics hadn't yet moved through me. If that makes any sense?
TY Dear Elisa! I love you too! Thank you for being here, for being you.
Doug–Hey, yes…I see. That drumming was destined to be and so, it does make sense that the painting came first. Cool stuff!!
live wire: inspired!
Hey Lisa, yeah it makes me wonder sometimes about Deja Vu experiences. Are we actually creating reality through our dreaming?
Hi Hummy and thank you! Were there flowers before our longing provided them the means to move closer?
Perhaps bees sigh?
Pictorially and lexically warm and delicious, thank you for sharing Doug, give your muse a hug and a pat on the back.
TY Gael! Will do, but I'm thinking a kiss might be better with the hug. The pat on the back with the hug seems more appropriate at a football game, “nice catch dude!” Lol!!
Hugs for you too!
True, smother her with kisses then and maybe a red red rose.
beginnings of a new poem, Doug!
…mm let me play…
Were there flowers before longing created them?
or is it the sigh of the bees
that awakens this field before my eyes…
or the murmur…
- is it the murmur of the breeze
caressing the flowers
that dreams me into being?
… something like that :)
Ah Hummy, not something like that, that is IT! Beautiful, I can feel the caress of the soft breeze and the scent of flowers she is wearing has me careening into a lovely dream. Thank you!
That was amazing Hummingbird! I think it was the sigh of the bees…
thank YOU for the inspiration, Doug!
Amber, maybe we are the flowers, the bees and this random gathering we perceive as self
hugs
hot and cool words, doug ~
~ the scribe
PS the poem is at the end my latest blog now :)
your in the flow, Doug. Thank you for your inspiration.
Hey Hummy what goes around comes around Eh?
Thank You!
Hi scribe sky! So nice to meet you and thank you for stopping by and for your generous comment.
OMG that sounds so uninspired as I rush from feeding the numerous creatures round here to go clean the bathroom mirrors and somehow that should conjure up poetry for me, these things I do? “I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow. ” Scarlet O'Hara
Didja find that four-leaf clover, Doug? Yeah, looks like it :)
I love the way that what trickles down… I love the rythm of the painting… Feel the pulse of the planet under bare feet… Let that whirlpool carry me to the other side…
Hi Samme and Thank you! Lol reading your comment that I'm in the flow, like orthopedic surgery it could get a little sticky around my feet, but no reason to stop dancing as long as the music is playing Eh?
Hi CT! Actually I don't need to find it, just trust that I have it already, even if it's invisible at the moment. Thank you!
lol, yeah, that's what I meant ;)