There is nothing quite so lovely as a town of walkers. Into the evening the intimate parts of NW Portland becomes lit up and businesses stay open until 9pm or later. The city market is a favorite of mine.

It must be divine
because
I cannot explain
where it comes
from…

Inspiration,
the view
outside my window

I observe color harmonies,
textures, silhouettes,
and patterns of clouds.

Almost every evening
a new gallery opening appears
in the sky.

In these moments
I marvel at
this beautiful planet
and think how lucky I am
to see as I do.

Sometimes I take pictures
but mostly I try
to absorb the feeling
and memorize details.

I wonder how much
enters into my work,
but mostly
it is not planned.

Art supplies
and tools
inspire me.

I wander the art supply store
noticing everything.

I linger over industrial tools
to see what possible marks
they can make.

In solitude
I lose myself
in my task
to find
joy

Yep, moving day…

I am searching
for
a fire in my heart

I know it’s there
But
I can’t see it

A smoldering heat
to
stir it up

I want to burn
with
creative desire

An illumination of the spirit

I am searching for a fire in my heart. I know it’s there. But I can’t see it. It is like a smoldering heat. But I want to stir it up. I want to pulse with a burning desire. A fire of the spirit.

Can I donate my spiritual clutter
and get a tax break?
Is there a shelf at the Goodwill
for discarded ideas?
Is there a velvet display case
with a key?

Can I give it away to the sky
on a windy day?
Can I bury it in the garden
under the tomatoes?
Will next year’s crop be blood red,
the color of my distress?

Can I change by simply
willing it?
Can the universe make room
for a new me?
But how can I
let go…

A home movie clicks
Color and silence

My mom holds me up
as I kick around

Dark braids pinned
to the top of my head

Dad films
Laughter and splashing

I see a sunny day
But only on the wall

I can’t remember this

The faded film
remembers for me

-Luna

May your journey to the field of rushes, the stars and beyond
be an awakening of great joy!

May the Goddess take your gentle hand and lead to the weighing of the heart
where it is found light as a feather

Hear my prayer O rider of the eternal night
Dear one of the sweet lady Heather.

May universal energy embrace you, caress your tears and show you
a new beginning.

When the solar winds cease to blow
I will be there
For you

When the rings of Saturn absorb into itself
My love will transcend time and space
For you

As the universe expands
So does my love
For you

When no one remembers our name
The angels in the hall of records
Will yearn for our love

When we are nothing but star stuff
My essence will know you
And love you all over again