To Hold Us In The Great Hands of Light…

To Hold Us In The Great Hands of Light...

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who made the morning

and spread it over the fields

and into the faces of the tulips

and the nodding morning glories….

…to keep us from ever-darkness,

to ease us with warm touching,

to hold us in the great hands of light…

good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness.”

~ Mary Oliver

On the shortest day of the year, I smile, knowing the journey of the return of the light begins…now. Happy Solstice, all~

The Current…

The Current...

So important to let the mind wander a bit, the hand move as it wants, the colors mix as they may…

My days have been full but I am calm and at peace. I took advantage of a quieter moment today and decided to just play…see what flowed. One free hour and a simple piece emerged, but I like the simplicity of it…the lines that formed with my mind adrift, the current just pulling me along… ~

Original Ink and Watercolor ©Michelle Rummel

Immersed…

Immersed....

The ice storm rolled in two nights ago, coating the trees in what seemed a sheen of glass. Gorgeous, to see branches dripping with ice; ice crackled over limbs, encasing the few remaining leaves, pods and frozen buds. I woke early, wanting to get closer, to try to capture the sculptural beauty. I thought my window of time to photograph would be short, the air, warmer than expected and I could hear the beginnings of the melting… But to my surprise, the day turned colder, more rain fell, more ice, different formations appeared…and I felt lucky to again be within it, immersed in the stillness and the quiet cold that ice brings…

In the earliest hours of this morning, snow gently fell. It coated the ice, softly so… When daylight arrived, again, I wandered out in it in, searching…seeking the beautiful. I wanted the comfort of nature around me, and I soon found it. A still life from Sunday’s dusting of snow, so close to my heart, now glistened under snowfall … and snowflakes landed in my eyelashes as I stood beneath the dogwood tree, looking up, immersed in a tangled maze of branches

In the afternoon, the clouds moved on, the sky lightened and the most glorious light appeared. It reflected a pure white light into my studio, filling it with energy anew. I painted then… new designs that have only been sketches until today. Always a thrill…the beginning of a new collection, organic and natural, a softness to the lines and watercolor wash. Paint flowed, music played a gentle beat… and my mind drifted away, happy in its reverie, immersed in the colors of contentment ~

A Quiet Calm…Feeling the Color Coming Back ~

A Quiet Calm...Feeling the Color Coming Back ~

Design work, pulling me away from playing with watercolors and posting here lately…Yes, I am a quieter presence sometimes. It’s needed, so I can focus my energy. Hard though, when so many of you lovely souls are here, reaching out in your own way, posting your inspiring art and beautiful words…

But I am somehow calm in the midst of this moment. As always, it’s all about balance.

So, just a few words to say… I’m here, always close. Even when quietly so. Floating in and out as I can… and ever grateful for the kindness that comes to me. After all, it’s what keeps me coming back ~

Original Watercolor ©Michelle Rummel