Joy's Creative Space

She is the Lady of Spring and She wears vibrant colors... The earth bows to her as She celebrates the season of the flowers. Butterflies dance and the song of bird sings the glory of her coming...

Thank you for the song of bird, the blue of sky, the color of flowers as they wear their gowns with vibrant red pink and magenta. In this season of flowers may I celebrate the newness of spring with joyfulness and a full heart as the birds sing out a celebration of spring’s beauty. May I also give thanks. I honor springs beauty and life as the buds on the trees turn toward the sun. Let me also turn my face to you o God Mother and Father of all life. As You give us spring and the beauty of flowers and the newness of all life. I bow in humble awe. The brilliant colors of my blossoms are growing now soon to be fruit. The color vibrant as it is now soon will fade. Life is temporary. Life in its transitory beauty. Beauty is all around me in this present moment. Life renewed. Life is beautiful and transitory. All I have is this moment

I live in the consciousness home of my thoughts and feelings and therefore what I experience in my reality. Here is where I contemplate my ideas and where creative visions are born. Here is where the beginning seeds grow into the new flowers of my possibilities. Here is where my imagination takes flight. I honor this house because it is the temple of all thought and what ever I take in effects the environment of my reality. Therefore I think only good, positive, life enriching, and loving thoughts. I give vision to only those things that I want to see created. I give energy to all thoughts that are beautiful and life supporting. I let go and banish those thoughts that give no life, no energy and do not belong in the temple of my consciousness. I tend to the weeds of negativity so that my garden may grow and bring forth the flowers of my tomorrow

She comes with her magic to cast her sweet spell upon the earth and hush the winter winds. She invokes the newness of blossoms and calls forth the colors of the season of flowers trailing seeds in her gown....

Ode to Spring and the blossom of flower. We are like tiny seeds ready to lift ourselves from the deepness of the earth and reach for the sun. And even as blossoms lose their beauty soon wilt and are only a memory, we too shall pass and be no more than a memory but so sweet the memory of our blossom..

Death is but a deep sleep upon which when we awake we find that this life was only a dream....

This was a painting that I did after Mom died. I did the little watercolor in a journal that I made in memory of her and also to remind me that even after death, there is life and the coming of spring..