she stood at the threshold
before stepping out
feeling into the essence of the world
allowing her breath
to meet the sway of the trees
the depth and height of the mountains
her heart to beat
to the song of the birds
felt her kinship with the world
and
she stepped out
~
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our theme:
threshold
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Gorgeous! What a wonderful threshhold to cross.
ReplyDeletethank you Jules!
DeleteI love it, and now I want my heart to beat to the song of the birds! Unfortunately, I'm stuck in cities this weekend. :( I'll have to make up my own bird song. Big hugs Tammie, thank you for hosting. <3
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeletePRETTy cool!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Tammie. I think I love the words as much as the painting -- and I do love that!
ReplyDeletesuch a lovely message Jeanie, thank you!
DeleteThat looks like such a magical place outside.... Would love to step into that world :-)
ReplyDeletethis is pretty much my summer view, log cabin and all, though the mountains are more hidden by my forest.
DeleteI do love it.
thank you for stopping by!
Love your threshold thought, stepping into the wood and the world of birds! Tammie,thanks for hosting - eric
ReplyDeleteWonderful picture, always nice to dream about what's on the other side when one goes through a door. Hugs, Valerie
ReplyDeleteI would love to see this special threshold and step in...
ReplyDeleteAnnette
to me the lake looks like a gem, nice to think about her futur!
ReplyDeletethank you for hosting!
x Stefanie
Very still picture. Making the decision to take that first step over the threshold, she is thinking about it Love the log cabin. Interesting idea to think about thresholds.
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem and watercolor. I feel this way whenever I am surrounded by nature too.
ReplyDeleteI love her pause for a moment, dear Tammie.
ReplyDeleteYour words are beautiful, so meditative.
Thank you for hosting, Dear!
Love, Ariane. Rose
There is a dot missing at Maureen's, I have added it here between 'mo' and 'blogs...': http://www.evergreenmo.blogspot.co.uk
ReplyDeleteIt works! - A.
Now I got it... 6=7 ;-)
DeleteThis watercolour is so wonderful! The poem beneath, the description of how to start to go out from the sweet hut into the wood, world and nature: What a great meditation and instruction how to do the first step outdoor...
ReplyDeletei am always imagining you when you tell us about adventures in the woods. i can sort of see it clearly, as you obviously can! i'm late posting, it didn't happen while i was away, who ever will it surprise? not me! ;))) n♥
ReplyDeleteI love the poetry and the soft, glorious feeling this lovely illustration gives. I can smell the woods and hear the sounds, there is nothing more lovely than nature in winter. So magical! <3
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. To the eye. To the ear. To the heart.
ReplyDeletei love that. thank you.
DeleteSuch beauty, inside her cabin and outside in the colourful world.
ReplyDeleteThere is so much to notice in your painting, the knots in the wood, the pond, the friendly trees who look as if they are inviting her to come outside.....
It's a gentle painting.
Your words are magical too.
Oh and I do like her boots and her purple scarf.
thank you for taking to heart the details of this piece.
DeleteI love this one. You?
ReplyDeletehi Sandy,
DeleteI did not mean it to be me, but yes, it is my cabin, even the color of the carpet and out the door the scene is very much the same but many more trees in reality. I was a honey blond, now a honey white blond. My mom was a red head, so some how i always think of her when i paint red hair.