So, what do you see behind this cane?
A forsaken woman? A slow-walking pain?
A lazy relic of a forgotten time?
An unhealthy human who didn't do time
on treadmills, in sneakers, out in open air?
A person who complains that life just isn't fair?
This woman is a scholar, and very much alive
with tall tales and small tales and never ending drive,
who prays to the Lord for friends and family,
who sneaks in great thanks for still living free.
Who gets frustrated, but proud that she's still living life -
not begging for mercy as a broken-down wife.
This lady finds comfort in all parts of her day
and tries not to ponder a once easier way.
She knows that this life happens once for us all,
so she breathes in the sunlight, and warm colors of Fall.
She loves conversation, and trips to the sea
To watch ocean and waves, and gulls flying free.
So, please take a moment to return a kind smile, or hold open a door -
she'll be around for awhile.
And listen, for this woman may have a stories to tell,
about her endless belief that all will be well.
So what do you see behind this cane?
Andrea Erickson
Life and Art - Why a Blog?
I love art in all of it's forms on the canvas, in wire, glass, clay, photography, video, and so much more. I was never gifted with talent in any of these areas, but I was given an eye to appreciate artistic creations. Although this blog started out as my journey to establish an online art gallery, it is now evolving into a journal of my thoughts and ideas about life and art. I'm sharing links, thoughts with anyone who stops here. I invite your comments. Stop for a visit and I'll be back!
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
The Wearing of Winter
I understand the term 'cabin fever' now. Not that I didn't understand this term before, but it's been so darn cold for so long this winter, being confined to one room to conserve heat is mental torture.
It's Spring in New England, but there was a blizzard in Massachusetts today. Spring seems so far away... I just want to throw open the windows and let fresh winds clean the winter stagnation from the air! Warmer weather is in the forecast, so I'm hoping that April Fool's Day does not throw another snow ball our way!
May April showers come your way!
Andrea
It's Spring in New England, but there was a blizzard in Massachusetts today. Spring seems so far away... I just want to throw open the windows and let fresh winds clean the winter stagnation from the air! Warmer weather is in the forecast, so I'm hoping that April Fool's Day does not throw another snow ball our way!
May April showers come your way!
Andrea
Monday, November 4, 2013
Fall in New England
Driving along tree-lined back-roads painted under a canopy of golden and sienna leaves.
Occasional pops of cherry red.
The music of Mozart on the airwaves.
A harvest of colors and sounds on an October New England morning.
I remember these days as a child; walking home from school and looking for the driest golden leaves I could step on, just to hear the crunch under foot.
Today was one of those days.
Blue sky.
Cooler temps.
A taste of winter in the air. The golden leaves on the sides of the roadway waiting for a child's footstep, and the crunch that followed.
Timeless.
AME
Occasional pops of cherry red.
The music of Mozart on the airwaves.
A harvest of colors and sounds on an October New England morning.
I remember these days as a child; walking home from school and looking for the driest golden leaves I could step on, just to hear the crunch under foot.
Today was one of those days.
Blue sky.
Cooler temps.
A taste of winter in the air. The golden leaves on the sides of the roadway waiting for a child's footstep, and the crunch that followed.
Timeless.
AME
Monday, October 28, 2013
Midnight
In the still of the night,
under the warmth of the blankets,
his fingers find my hand.
He wraps them silently around my fingers.
I hear him breathe.
Slowly.
Deeply.
He's fast asleep.
But, somehow, his love for me is there.
His gentle touch in slumber
fills my heart.
Love. It never sleeps.
AME
under the warmth of the blankets,
his fingers find my hand.
He wraps them silently around my fingers.
I hear him breathe.
Slowly.
Deeply.
He's fast asleep.
But, somehow, his love for me is there.
His gentle touch in slumber
fills my heart.
Love. It never sleeps.
AME
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Becoming - a poem by Andrea
Becoming me.
A difficult discovering...
of lost memories,
births,
deaths,
and forgotten dreams.
A painful process...
of taking risks,
losing,
winning,
and waiting.
A tender time...
of holding friendships
to the light,
touching the qualities
and imperfections woven within,
and sometimes doing without.
Becoming me.
Learning to believe
in a friend that has lived in my soul since time began.
To forgive the sins of the fathers,
and of the self.
To test the limits of laughter,
and tears.
To heed the call of instinct,
and not question actions guided by love.
Becoming me.
Understanding the importance of my life.
Embracing pleasure.
Looking out for number one,
yet treating all spirits with the
gentleness and independence
I allot myself.
Becoming me.
Realizing that failure is another path to success,
That sorrow is not infinite,
That happiness is fragile,
and knowing that beyond today,
there will never be another me.
- AME September '89
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Calm after the storm
We were lucky.
The storm spared us
from power loss and ice dams.
This time.
Some were not so lucky -
losing power, property, and some - their lives.
New England is a beautiful place
with weather that can make each day a paradise
in Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
But weather patterns are changing.
The storms I welcomed in youth can now become threatening and violent.
The rain can turn to flood waters.
The warm days to scorching fires.
Yes, weather days are changing.
But, there is the calm that follows the storm
that still brings the wonder of blue skies,
the radiance of sunshine
and the song of hope in the voices of the birds in the air.
Storm. Calm. Hope.
The trifecta still works.
ame 2/9/13
The storm spared us
from power loss and ice dams.
This time.
Some were not so lucky -
losing power, property, and some - their lives.
New England is a beautiful place
with weather that can make each day a paradise
in Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
But weather patterns are changing.
The storms I welcomed in youth can now become threatening and violent.
The rain can turn to flood waters.
The warm days to scorching fires.
Yes, weather days are changing.
But, there is the calm that follows the storm
that still brings the wonder of blue skies,
the radiance of sunshine
and the song of hope in the voices of the birds in the air.
Storm. Calm. Hope.
The trifecta still works.
ame 2/9/13
Friday, January 25, 2013
Airport Diner
Voices bounce against each other
and echo against these thick, glass restaurant walls.
and echo against these thick, glass restaurant walls.
The heavy sound of dishes clashing
shout out from the kitchen door.
Silverware and glassware chime in,
while the abbreviated sentences of diners add to the breakfast noise - a conflagration of sounds.
The airport diner.
A stop for waves of hungry humans
waiting for their turn
to eat-and-run.
Waiting for their turn to consume moments, meals and time
before they fly away,
leaving echos of words in their wake.
ame
Sept 2011
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