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With Light,
Elizabeth

Personal Quota Challenge

So, a short time ago I challenged myself to create 25 paintings in a little under 100 days. Today is day 80 and I have 19 left to go.

It has been interesting so far to watch my judgements arise, my self-doubts, and also my determination step forward.

An Interview with Elizabeth Weber

I was interviewed awhile back and it posted yesterday. Here is the link. Feel free to pass it on

http://www.michele-andree-unblugged.com/elizabeth-weber-fanning-the-flames

A Call To Journey

"A Call to Journey," Elizabeth Weber, acrylic on canvas, 24" x 48" This painting is still available, and this is its story... We all have our paths, our individual trail to tread upon as we walk this Earth. Paths unworn and unique to each of us. But I wonder, have you ever, or do you currently walk someone else’s path, trying to match their footprints? Anyone who grew up around snow would tell you that although it seems easier at first to walk in someone else’s footprints instead of creating your own, it becomes tiring after awhile. Since everyone’s gait is different, you have to alter your own in order to come even close. You become so focused and concentrated on the other person’s imprint that as a result, you forget to look up. So you miss the way the sunlight glistens off the icicles on the tree branch, or how that individual snow flake slows and almost stops, just so you can see its unique pattern. Like snowflakes, we all have our individual pattern, our part to play within this overall experience we call Life. But many of us do walk, and sometimes even run, trying to match someone else’s imprint on this earth. We are often told by others what path to follow and which signs to read in order to stay focused and safely on the designated roadway. There are those of us who rebel and do not follow the directions of others and simply choose an opposite well worn path. On the surface it gives the appearance of difference and individuality, but rebellion does not always equal freedom. Then there are those who choose to listen to The Call. We listen with our Hearts and let our paths unfold beneath our feet with each step. Most of us have heard “It’s not the destination but the journey that’s important.” Yet, how many of us have actually slowed down to listen to our Hearts and Souls as they tell us which way to go? And of those who listen, how many actually step forward anyway when it means facing fears and the darkness we often associate with uncertainty? What if we choose to embrace the presence of shadows in our life, knowing that we could not see them without understanding the experience of Light? Or maybe, we could notice the moon is full and lighting our way if we could only turn our gaze upwards… Perhaps, instead of lamenting over the setting sun, we can choose to dance to the moon as it passes through our lives… A few years back I left all that was familiar and safe and followed my Heart’s Call. That meant leaving a steady and secure paycheck with health benefits, an extensive emotional support system, and a pretty nice and quiet roof over my head. (I could walk down my front steps and see the Pacific Ocean from the street.) That Call led me to another state, physically, emotionally, spiritually, and geographically. I was suddenly in a much more chaotic and crowded living environment, having to find that quiet, creative space within amongst the outer cacophony of steady streams of people in and out and non-stop x-box car chases and gunfire, that complimented the occasional real reverberations of bullets that could be heard outside our door. I questioned my sanity on several occasions, asking myself whether I really did listen properly to my Heart, or was I just “hearing things.” For surely I thought, my Path, if Divinely given, wouldn’t be this rough around the edges. But when I became still, and listened again, I knew I was exactly where I needed to be in that moment. I had an affordable roof over my head that months later when I found myself alone in the house, I could still afford. I had friends around me that loved me to death and supported me emotionally and spiritually. I saw that I was Blessed with a space to paint, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. And so I painted…

The Incredible Depth Pain Can Have

You never know
how deeply
you can hurt
till you feel
the stranglehold
of loss
desperately clinging
to your bones
with razor sharp nails
clawing - shredding
your Heart
to get at the marrow
of your Soul
& suck you dry
-eweber

Universe ever expanding

Universe ever expanding
horizons still in sight
your dreams -
tangible -
vivid colors -
remembered with dawn
& tasted on your awakened tongue

each heartbeat puts you present
in your skin-

each breath alive in the moment-
with joyous anticipation you embrace
the winds of change

as they lick the back of your neck
sending shivers down your spine
rebirthing your spirit-
your soul-

i see the youthful wonderment
in your eyes-

For Years You Have Travelled

For years you have travelled
musk mixing with loam
obscured
shadow stalking
the edges
of my mind.
Bask in the heat
of exposure
naked skin
sings in the sun.
Berries are ripe
& ready to harvest
rejoice
as sweet juices
kiss your chin.
Slumber safely
embraced by wild flowerings
breathe-
slow-
long-
inhaling the blossoms nectar.
Suckle
the buzzing hive
savor
the gift of honey
caressing your tongue.
Dive to the depths
& drink deeply
from the clear pools
of my eyes-
your reflection
mirrored
dances across the surface
of my soul.
Come!
Claim your deed.
Climb the canopies of my longing
& experience
the acreage of my heart.
-ew

Buried Alive

Taking the time
to find the motherless child
who ran away
so very long ago-

buried alive
the goddess within
scratches
& pounds
with knuckles
bloody
& raw
on the barred door
of my being

soul
dehydrated
split
& cracked
longing for the swollen teat
of my warrior woman
so
that i may drink
of her courage
& find my feet
to run
through the woods
wild
howling
drying my wings
so that i may leap
from the cliffs
soaring
courageous
through the darkness
to welcome
the dawn
of my rebirth

Tempest

there's a storm
stirring in my soul
clouds are forming
beneath my eyelids

the tempest tempts

perhaps I'll give in
stop swimming
let the dark currents
pull me under
so I can finally sleep

Shredded

shredded
from the knowledge
that no one
wants
me
enough
   to be present
fully
    in my life

false words
empty promises

always that convenient
      bench
   to sit on
         momentarily
      & then be gone

a tree giving
   uprooted
  in life's storm

Crimson Warning

i scream & scream & scream
but you never hear me-
no one ever hears me
i'm shattered
the shards of my heart
tear the foot's flesh
& i leave bloody prints
along the way
a crimson warning
to those too weak
to traverse
the path of longing

Your River

Your River ran by me

Filling- spilling the floodgate

Diving with abandonment-

I drown in the ecstatic waves of possibilities.

Your River ran over me

& I let go

Divinely currented by Your Love

I am one with the Waters of Creation

Mere rocks cannot stop the flow of Spirit.

Your River runs through me

Washing the locust years away-

Midnight expunged

I dance with the Invisible.

Your River runs As Me

& as drunken Majun

I whirl dervishly in Your Light.

The Gardener

Fertile and rich

You have been my Soil

Feeding my gentle seed

Nurturing growth.

You have been my Water

My Wellspring

& I suckled there

Always thirsty.

You have been my Sun

Fountain of Light

I reached towards You

You sprang my growth towards the Stars

Feeding my Longing to couple with the Heavens.

You have been the Gardener of my Soul

Weeding the choking’s of ego

Freeing me to expand my Roots

To the absolute depths of my being

Moving through the darkness to find my Strength

My Grounding.

Now You have given me the greatest gift of all

For now You are my Wind

Moving through me

Beyond this meager shell

Scattering my ripened seeds to the world

Releasing me.

Mongolian Queen

Mongolian queen
covered in skins
rides
thighs wrapped tight
around her chosen warrior.

One with their horse
they travel
through days
full moon thunderstorms
butterfly mountains-

till he gives her the seventh rainbow
& pink rain
falls on purple mountains.

& he takes her
wind tangled
horse numb
to his arms
to his bed
to their dreams
Home

Like a kite in a child's hand....

I want to live and to love

as the kite flies

buoyed on sweet winds

& when those winds die down

or drop away from me

& I come crashing down to the ground

I want to trust

as a child does

in the power of repair

& have their courage

to seek new winds

& fly even higher

A Wolf

A wolf, black as night
circles the slippery banks of Reason
watching me drown
pulled under by the weight
of my armoured heart

I die & climb naked from the dark waters
no longer a stray dog licking at the air
trying to taste of the spray
I have lept over the edge
& become one with the falls

I am called to join the pack
& hunt the scent of wine

Tasting the sweetness
of Longing
lining my lips
I stand
eyes wide open
heart unsheaved

Your Gaze

Your gaze

sparked

the tender tinder

of my heart

setting it ablaze.

Touch

Igniting skin.

Breath on my neck

fans the flames

feeds the fire

Broken pieces

of me

held

in your arms

a foundry

making me molten

The artist

of my freedom

hammering

pounding

me

again and again

until I am whole

beneath your hands

You Saturate

You saturate my senses

Your skin’s scent

breath’s song

life’s heat

Your salt lines my lips…

Eyes closed

thousands of miles away

touching the memory of your smile

and my heart explodes

with the light of you

I face the darkness

alone

peaceful

unafraid

The Heavens

The Heavens

once torn apart

& mended upon our meeting
feel the strains of stitches
as the distance weighs

My Soul screams your name
& the echo
swims in tears

-elizabeth weber

Blood of My Heart

You are

the blood of my Heart

Yet

You have found a way

To haunt

my flesh

-elizabeth weber