6/19/11
Communitree
Inspired by the dream that we dreamt all once alone
under the stone of our deep recesses of mind
the seed of knowing.
The seed we kept it warm
and treasured it in our hearts
and we dreamt great things
and we felt the freedom of possibility
and we shared it shyly to ourselves
not knowing, that this seed
was held by many hands.
The Seed was sown
with our feet touching the hot African soil
and our eyes gazing skywards
to great vast sky.
and we had nurtured it in our hearts.
come together; and see that we are free.
come together; and see that we breath creativity.
we eat the same soul food
we share common wisdom
and it makes the wait worthwhile and keeps us hopeful.
Alone it seems almost ridiculous.
together: incredulous potential of life possibility
enhanced by our love for making the same things flow
we grow towards life giving renewal.
Driven by the dream seed of Communitree
that twists and binds our
hands together
magic
infinite
growing
a rhythm of hearts beating the same dream dance
that takes us beyond ourselves together
branches reaching
out expanded happening
inspired by dream seed;
that is now a tree
reaching out
towards the sun
providing fruit and life and love
to all that sit under its wealth.
under the stone of our deep recesses of mind
the seed of knowing.
The seed we kept it warm
and treasured it in our hearts
and we dreamt great things
and we felt the freedom of possibility
and we shared it shyly to ourselves
not knowing, that this seed
was held by many hands.
The Seed was sown
with our feet touching the hot African soil
and our eyes gazing skywards
to great vast sky.
and we had nurtured it in our hearts.
come together; and see that we are free.
come together; and see that we breath creativity.
we eat the same soul food
we share common wisdom
and it makes the wait worthwhile and keeps us hopeful.
Alone it seems almost ridiculous.
together: incredulous potential of life possibility
enhanced by our love for making the same things flow
we grow towards life giving renewal.
Driven by the dream seed of Communitree
that twists and binds our
hands together
magic
infinite
growing
a rhythm of hearts beating the same dream dance
that takes us beyond ourselves together
branches reaching
out expanded happening
inspired by dream seed;
that is now a tree
reaching out
towards the sun
providing fruit and life and love
to all that sit under its wealth.
6/17/11
2/26/11
We Carry Ourselves
...the connections-
we link ourselves
through or speech, actions intentions
And yet we forget sometimes
that we are a fabric
You and me
connected
to Earth Mother
And being mother feel and sense
Responsible for our ancestors
Guided
And yet through words i Speak
their wisdom
the words that guide the breath of our world
through her pregnant existence
we travel towards knowing
and pause at the intersection of Self
WE CARRY
We carry or spirits
we carry or ancestors
we carry the animals, beings, loved ones
we carry ourselves
and it feels hard or delightful
we carry ourselves
i carry the names of my loved ones
dead before me they watch
my life bound by their blood
they worship my movements
and that takes me through the day
they follow my breath
and bring me to my turning points
they follow my breath
and lead me towards
Love
they follow my breath
and lead me towards
dear experiences of heart
SO they can remember
how to find the way in lives once lived
still living echoes
that started before i was and is
My Name is bold because i Hold myself present
and they appreciate
that i carry them &
honor them ...
for they brought me here.
we link ourselves
through or speech, actions intentions
And yet we forget sometimes
that we are a fabric
You and me
connected
to Earth Mother
And being mother feel and sense
Responsible for our ancestors
Guided
And yet through words i Speak
their wisdom
the words that guide the breath of our world
through her pregnant existence
we travel towards knowing
and pause at the intersection of Self
WE CARRY
We carry or spirits
we carry or ancestors
we carry the animals, beings, loved ones
we carry ourselves
and it feels hard or delightful
we carry ourselves
i carry the names of my loved ones
dead before me they watch
my life bound by their blood
they worship my movements
and that takes me through the day
they follow my breath
and bring me to my turning points
they follow my breath
and lead me towards
Love
they follow my breath
and lead me towards
dear experiences of heart
SO they can remember
how to find the way in lives once lived
still living echoes
that started before i was and is
My Name is bold because i Hold myself present
and they appreciate
that i carry them &
honor them ...
for they brought me here.
2/25/11
Mural at the Melting Pot
The First Mural Of the Muizenberg Mural Project :
You may Say Im a dreamer, ag but Im not the only one :)
Community Collage Workshop in Muizenberg
Collage: visual and conceptual ideas towards murals in Muizenberg. We held 4 open collage sessions facilitated alongside the Breath, Water, Sound course in Decemebr
2/22/11
What eye know
Life cascades its Chaos and Flow
There is not much needed
Bliss can be summoned between the cracks of in between
Light green blues and pastel hues
Of infinite memory
The memory packs and stacks itself beside my human perspective
An age of age old aoens, of ancestral voyages, of human remembrance.
We meet ourselves beneath the undersides of our laughing Dancing distractions
Amidst the hues of pastel and textures of hardness that seem soft and softness that seems hard to touch – we touch the tip of our humanness
It’s tender and sensitive and likes to play
I will remember to be gentle with this life it is sacred with ancient wisdom
We can flow and grow upstream toward life giving
Renewal.
There is not much needed
Bliss can be summoned between the cracks of in between
Light green blues and pastel hues
Of infinite memory
The memory packs and stacks itself beside my human perspective
An age of age old aoens, of ancestral voyages, of human remembrance.
We meet ourselves beneath the undersides of our laughing Dancing distractions
Amidst the hues of pastel and textures of hardness that seem soft and softness that seems hard to touch – we touch the tip of our humanness
It’s tender and sensitive and likes to play
I will remember to be gentle with this life it is sacred with ancient wisdom
We can flow and grow upstream toward life giving
Renewal.
9/6/07
Row your note down in second gear
There is a very big Electric Joint
That may have also been a sudden intricate noise that sent
this high voltage imaginary agony
to altered states of Humor.
FUNNY it was to the men in green jackets
whose twisted walking sticks
got caught on lampposts
as they shaped their steps to dance.
They were Street Performers
Who won the hearts of the General Public
with rizzlers and Jazz
It never ended..
That harmonious Giggle.
They made it a heritage site
and grannies took their grandkids to see it 0n weekends
That may have also been a sudden intricate noise that sent
this high voltage imaginary agony
to altered states of Humor.
FUNNY it was to the men in green jackets
whose twisted walking sticks
got caught on lampposts
as they shaped their steps to dance.
They were Street Performers
Who won the hearts of the General Public
with rizzlers and Jazz
It never ended..
That harmonious Giggle.
They made it a heritage site
and grannies took their grandkids to see it 0n weekends
9/5/07
Nether-void -of-no-blog
Yes Its been to long.....wow almost 8 months since I disapeared into the nether-void-0f-no-blog. But fear not hopefully that will be coming to an end........Its been all things and stuff the first half of this yar..and Ill admit a long winter.. there has been lots of creativity happening secretly in the bits of my mind....just wait and see.
12/1/06
11/17/06
Pondo Zen
There's a place In the Eastern Cape on the Ntafufu
River where Ive been going for generations...a cottage built by my Great Grand father and his Brother. There is a long rolling Beach full of Sand Dunes.. and in the Afternoon it becomes speckled with cows who have fulled there bellies with Grass
they are the Zen Buddhists of the Transkei.
Ubuntu Mamas
In the Eastern Cape, In a village in the Amatoli Basin the Women share a vision of prosperity for
Everyone in the whole area. Its a vision so old that even the Land Itself speaks it. I spent a blessed week in that village with those women and painted this painting ....watch this blog and I will tell more secrets about that place
What you carry with you
The intentions we carry with us is what fuels the happenings around us;
like the village women in Eastern Cape gathering fire wood carefully stacked and carried to the fire, the heart and centre of the homestead if we carefully gather our intentions they can nuture the fire that fules our existance.
I Notice Nature an Exhition @ 38 Speical Gallery
Every child born onto this Earth Fruit; the world of forms;
Has passed through all layers of creation
In this way every human has lived the history of creation
We are diminutive earths with everything in side us.
Art is awareness 0f ones own interaction with Nature
And a celebration of ones capacity to create....
11/16/06
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