Doe Painting

Mixed Media on Smooth Bristol.   12" X 9"   The flower colored sparkled incense is like Qi or Prana.  One of my favorite things about studying chinese medicine, is how seriously the chinese take Qi.   Here, all these years in the west, people just look at me like I'm crazy if I mention Qi, but, in China, not only do they utilize Qi in every day, they have five millenia of texts and research on it.

Mixed Media on Smooth Bristol. 12″ X 9″ The flower colored sparkled incense is like Qi or Prana. One of my favorite things about studying chinese medicine, is how seriously the chinese take Qi. Here, all these years in the west, people just look at me like I’m crazy if I mention Qi, but, in China, not only do they utilize Qi in every day, they have five millenia of texts and research on it.

“The Dawning”

Well, I have been doing editing on How to Grow a Spaceship.  I submitted my Little Book of Laughing to the Work in Progress Grant competition on the SCBWI webpage and I wrote an MS called The Dawning which is a poem based picture book (And it will be part of my poetry book, Lemon’s Don’t Grow on Trees.)   The Dawning is about my first morning out on Willapa Bay in Washington and witnessing the birth of twin deer as the sun rose.   Here’s a sneak at the beginning-

“In a misty morning, with twinkle lights aglow;

The cool air made fog rise, the sun still lay low;

From the dark of the forest, I could see from my bed;

A simple sweet shadow, which became a deer head;

I heard “crunch” in the marsh, as she tottled about;

The mud squished beneath her, breath steamed from her snout;

Then suddenly still standing, by my window;

Paced cool in the twilight, golden coat in the starlight;

Only glass stood between us, I didn’t know what to do;

Do YOU know what it’s like, to have a deer stare at you?

Flowers lined the mantle, sea glass and stones;

Carefully placed with sea shells, feathers and bones;

A curve on the horizon, glimmered slivers from the sun;

A wakened songbird’s calling, that the dawning has begun.”

 

-That is 137 words in.   (Can you tell by the meter I’m a shakespeare fan?) I think this guy will be about 400 words or so, maybe, hopefully less.   It is based on a true story of getting to visit my very magical aunt Jimella  in her secluded home out in Oysterville, Washington.   The very first night I was there, I woke in the morning to a deer who was staring at me through the window as the sun rose.   At about dawn, the deer went off to hide in the bushes.   I went into the kitchen to sit and have tea with my aunt and read Oracles when out from the bushes came the deer who had been staring at me all morning since the crack of dawn and out behind her came two soaking wet hobbley wobbley brand new born twins!     This poem is going to hopefully capture that event.    I hadn’t planned on writing this story, but just started writing it a few days ago and just decided to let it unfold.