watercolor aceo 10/2015
The role spirituality plays is best seen in a person’s walk and heard in the words they speak.
Both acts exemplify living in prayer.
……..tony ten fingers…Lakota
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swan lake
In Art Watercolor Gallery, Zenkats on October 27, 2015 at 2:16 pm
watercolor aceo 10/2015
‘In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.’…..rumi
eat, pray, love
In Art Watercolor Gallery, brown bear, Wild Things on October 23, 2015 at 6:47 pm
watercolor aceo 10/2015
‘May the warm winds of Heaven blow softly upon your house. May the Great Spirit bless all who enter there. May your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows, and may the rainbow always touch your shoulder. Cherokee prayer blessing
keeper of the woods
In Art Watercolor Gallery, Black Bears, Wild Things on October 20, 2015 at 1:48 pm
watercolor aceo 10/2015
‘May the stars carry your sadness away,
may the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
may hope forever wipe away your tears, and,
above all, may silence make you strong.’……………Native American Proverb
curandero
In Art Watercolor Gallery, Coyote, Wild Things on October 14, 2015 at 7:04 pm
watercolor aceo 10/2015
‘There is the world of the flesh, and there is the spirit world. When the flesh is gone, the spirit forever remains. Their voices speak to those who know how to listen. Wisdom is born in the heart, and then spoken.’ wolf clan song
starshine
In Art Watercolor Gallery, Coyote, Wild Things on October 10, 2015 at 7:50 pm
watercolor aceo 10/2015
‘She is clothed in strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.’
he keeps watch
In Art Watercolor Gallery, Wild Things on October 7, 2015 at 7:15 pm
watercolor aceo 10/2015
‘A man’s heart away from nature grows hard.’ standing bear – oglala
raven
In Art Watercolor Gallery, Wolves on October 2, 2015 at 2:34 pm
watercolor aceo 10/2015
The gaze of a wolf reaches into our soul.
‘We reached the old wolf in time to watch the fierce green fire dying in her eyes. There was something new to me in those eyes. Something known only to her and the mountains. I was young then, and full of trigger-itch. I thought that because fewer wolves and more deer would mean that no wolves would be a hunter’s paradise. But after seeing the green fire die, I sensed that neither the wolf nor the mountain agreed with such a view.’…… Aldo Leopold
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