Lodestar

Greetings! It's been awhile since I've posted...I won't go into all the reasons, but needless to say, life has been busy and has provided a few barriers...but happily, here we are again...

The poem below was written by the son of a dear high school friend, Paris Suzanne Singer. Adam wrote this to his grandmother, her mother, "Mimi".

Lodestar

by A.H. Russell

To a thousand minds and a million imaginations,

you aren't possible.

It is not, to the unbelieving and unwitnessed,

a reality to walk different paths with the same feet

and at the same time remain for us...anchored though unfettered,

a lodestar.

Centered, which swings freely, for those of us unsure of ur first steps,

or still hurt from our first flights out on frozen wings.

But your home is the passing prairie-cloud's shadow,

or a canebrake's slotted light,or the subtle laugh of the earth's full figure itself.

You are always out there, somewhere, untouchable

though welcoming in the lightest spots we can just perceive.

You are always here, too, safety-laden and fixed for eternity,

like the camouflaged pattern of the roots and moss

which sing to us always.

A song that we love, though we can't capture or reduce.

It is not ours, though we are of it, and we keep its rhythm.

The painting below is meant to capture some of that "slotted light". It is of the flowers off my kitchen "Deck Delight" and is one of the largest paintings I've done. (30x40" oil on gallery-wrapped canvas) 

For more information about this painting and my work in general, please visit:

KarenMeredithArt.com

I welcome your comments and poem and photo submissions to inspire future blog postings.Thank you!!