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I am UmberDove.

And by that, I mean an artist.  One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.


Five Things Friday

Kelly Clark

- Some days I sit at the computer, fingertips poised, a world of stories flipping through my mind.  Fragments of dreams, slivers of conversation, single pages from books, and hours of internal processing.  I have begun too many journal entries with the phrase "my thoughts swirl."  But when I lay my hands across the keyboard, all that comes out is a breath of golden leaves clinging stubbornly to the elms. 


- "You must keep rinsing out your heart."  That single command, residual words from a vivid dream, has tattooed itself across my chest.  Frida herself would be intrigued by this one, the salty sea and beating heart, aorta bright with life.

 - I need to paint all of the things.  I could begin today and never finish every image that suggests itself.  The more I tap into imagination, the more I record and acknowledge, the more I understand this limitless source.

- I am the bird who glories in the morning, in expansive space of pre-dawn, the possibility of sunrise and the hope in dew.  I need to crawl into bed earlier, because that first light is too good to miss.

- Sometimes I feel I could live a hundred different lives all within this single lifetime.  I feel so at home striding through gorgeous brick galleries swilling wine with urban artists, I feel so at home deep in the words miles away from the nearest human voice.  I feel at home in the dry heat, I feel at home in the dripping mist.  I feel at home with the ocean roaring in my ears, I feel at home in the thin mountain air.  I am at home everywhere and yet I carry my roots with me.

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My friends!  This week utterly escaped me and I've been remiss in naming the gift-a-way recipient of my sweetgrass!   CAT BABBIE, you beautiful soul, your name came out of the bowl!  Send me your address miss, and I'll have a package in the wind for you!  And to all my other ladies who wrote, thank you.  I love, LOVE reading your words, hearing about your lives and musing, your joys and trials.  Thank you.  You make my world a brighter place.