Hope

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Hope, acrylic on watercolor paper, 18X24, Lex Leonard

 

Sky opened to cede its tiny mandalas of ice blessing all below

Beet and cabbage paused, tomato and corn stilled

Is this the most remarkable thing you have ever seen

Laden morsels alight melting in summer’s heat
Most of them drying under sun’s guidance
intense in their purpose to bring relief
from season’s hymn

Vegetables sigh, give thanks, and resume

 

Author’s Note:

Our writing group was to bring a prompt, a line from a book.  I found this line from Tom Robbins’ Jitterbug Perfume the perfect one for me to use. It was not my prompt, but now I will read the book.

The beet is the most intense of vegetables.
from Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins

The time given to write was twenty minutes. I took the line and wrote it down the page. I then wrote my poem beginning each line with the word from the prompt. Of course, through editing, things get changed around a bit. moved around, deleted and refined. You can still see remnants of the prompt. Thank you, Tom Robbins, for the inspiration.

And my painting, Hope, sprung from the poem.

In Honor

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In Honor, acrylic and ink on watercolor paper, 18″ X24″, by Lex Leonard

In Honor

In the mornings, I have been hearing drums
and singing in just about all directions.
Those Lakota Medicine Men are out there
praying for the World. Pine Ridge, SD, FaceBook

 

Even though I am not of First Nations here,
But born in this place
to parents of immigrants
Eastern Europe
who prayed to ancestors of their land
Lit candles
chanted
drummed
grew herbs
had knowing

Here, I grew up on dirt where First Nations
walk and pray
understand the land
have knowing

This land
of 13 Grandmothers calling us to be present
of Carmen, Apache Spirit Warrior, who breathes within ceremony
of James, Kaagegaabaw, who teaches us the Ojibwe way of words
of Zak Hoops and Sky, children who dance medicine
All to heal Earth

I honor them in their knowing
I bow in gratitude of their wisdom
I bend humbled by their grace

So I embrace
my knowing
color and line and words
All to heal Earth

Together in Spirit
we still ourselves to hear Earth’s heartbeat
That which gives us life

Together in Spirit
we create
That which gives us life

Together in Spirit we pray
do ceremony
journey
with those who walked before
who walk with us now
and who are to come
Those who give us life

For we are all One of Earth
May we walk this journey together
In mercy and compassion for all

ᔕᐌᓂᒥᔑᓈᒻ᙮
Zhawenimishinaam
‘bless, pity us;
have mercy, compassion for us;
show us loving-kindness and unconditional love’
James Vukelich, Ojibwe Word of the Day, Facebook

 

Author’s Note:

I spent the day working to heal.

I have been so inspired by our First Nation people who are in my life and those I follow or who have come across my feed here on Facebook. From Carmen Baraka to whom I am so grateful to be in my life, to James Vukelichin teaching Ojibwe Word of the Day, to children dancing to drums, to a simple quote. These all have been life-giving to me. I learn from them how to walk more lightly on this Earth in reverence, gratitude and compassion.

The lines you see under the paint are my own designed letters spelling out the prayer I have been using as much as possible all day long in everything I do.

May all beings
Be
Safe
Content
Healthy
Live in peace

Let Heal

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Let Heal, acrylic on watercolor paper, 16″ x 20″, Lex Leonard

 

Let Heal

Her hands were scratched, a little bloody. Not that she had silken hands. Quite the contrary. Her’s were worker hands and she wasn’t much for smelly lotions and potions to make one beautiful. She had more pressing matters to tend.

Her climb was more difficult than she remembered. The brush, thicker than usual. That was odd since water had been a bit scarce. But here she was, wiping her hands on her long blue cape that looked like night sky. A little dirt was a blessing. A bit of blood, a consecration.

Moving aside branches, she found a space just big enough to stand within. A circle. It was the calling place.

Looking around she saw the streets below darkened with fear and sadness. Was she looking at the land or within her heart?

Yes.

She felt their voices. A slight breeze. She raised her head.

Cradled, nursed
as in long ago on her mother’s sweet breast
a place of no worry
two of them
Source and child of hope

May all beings be safe

Cars ended their journey
a sigh of relief released into the ether
footsteps tiptoed not to wake the still
in and out, a mantra, Earth’s own breath

May all beings be at peace

A trickle of blood, life
a speck of pathogen, an ending
all beings connected to diagnosis
and curative

May all beings be healthy

Climb away from fear
allow it to rest at your feet
be still to hear their call
make room

May all beings live with grace

When sun nudged through the branches to stroke her cheek, she stood dropping her cape to feel the warmth.

The trip down the side of the shock would offer new perspective and nourish wisdom gained in her quarry.