First day through the sixth day of Christmas found here.
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
…a painting with beautiful birch trees.
The tall birch reach to the heavens. As I walk in the woods up north, the sun kisses the tree line. I’m reminded of other peaceful moments here spent dreaming, taking in the crisp air. It refreshes my soul and the smell of wet leaves as the sun melts the morning frost inspires me. This time I spend alone with my thoughts and a warm cup of tea greeting my day. I am always thankful to the woods for sharing her space with me.
Oil on Board
11.5 x 11.5″
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
…two sturdy and strong evergreens.
Wildly powerful, nourishing and protecting. I feel you surround me with your goodness. In the clearing, my eyes widen and I wrap you around me like a blanket as I enter new territory. You protect me from the harsh wind and the elements but are gracious to not shield me from all that I am to learn. Be bold on your journey and embrace this meditative state. There is no other way.
Inviting the Wild
Oil on Board
10 x 16″
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
…a triptych of colorful forest scenes.
I feel playful and childlike in your forest. If I close my eyes, I can see a collection of memories; swinging from your awesome branches, games of hide and seek, building forts, climbing to the tippy tops, and running through your coppice like a maze. As seasons change you’re always providing us with your calm, beauty and strength. Whimsical and innocent, I can be any age in your care.
Oil on Board
9 x 12″
These can be sold as a set or separately.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
…four quiet woodsmen.
I am grounded in the earth like a tree, embodied in the woodland. Like many, my bark is engrained with your stories. I grow slowly but strong as I collect history. I stand alone but I am not lonely. I’m never too far away from the others and our branches touch and oscillate to and fro. I am the canopy of protection as I sway in the breeze. A narrative exchange in the wind, like quiet whispers of a child. A sacred ritual to release the deep impressions on my torso.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
…Fiiiiivvvvvvvveeee warm embraces.
We stop paddling and coast into the small clearing; we’ve reached our destination. We cheers to our accomplishment with a cup of wine and break for a moment in the warm sun. You hold the canoe still while I step onto land. After pulling the canoe out of the water, you ask to carry my pack. We enter our final pass knowing this is the end but we have only just begun.
On the Sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…
..six spirits awakening.
“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Natures peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves”. – John Muir