There is something about coming to the studio in the morning dark
There’s something about coming to the studio in the morning dark.
Walking in the dark, the mist hanging like fairy coverlets on trees.
The studio dark and smelling of paint and mango cinnamon candles.
I light the candles before the Lady, her blue dress illuminates the world.
I ponder my blank canvas. I ponder my blank journal. I ponder my blank screen.
I ask and listen. This is prayer said into the dawning periwinkle seeping in.
Which medium and what to say? White doves fly through my mind.
Stirring my heart towards the peace I seek and share.
This is what makes everything else possible.
There is something about coming to the studio in the morning dark.
This IS what makes everything else possible.
I sense my teacher in the waking scents of dawn.
She smells like early morning dark.
When tea is on the way and the fire has just been kindled.
Red Thread Cafe with the Lady
I haven’t written here since May of 2014. Yet coming to the studio called me here to this blog,
I have another one on my website, http://www.shilohsophiastudios.com that was to replace this one –
but it called me.
I haven’t been ‘here’ really in the studio – since my teacher passed…but now I am setting foot within.