Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy!
— Psalm 96:12
A smear and dab of yellow wash
begins my practice — no theme,
no subject, just memory of blooms
and whimsy with shape and color,
and I find a stillness and peace
as I fill my brush with hued water,
contemplating life, lush life
that I have seen, that I can see
now in my mind’s eye, whole
oceans and lovely meadows,
far lonely mountains and thick
forests, and the simple wild
flowers in a little garden —
we hold the imagery of creation
inside us, such a profound gift,
to travel to any place we have been
through the simple act of remembering.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2021
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