On My Nightstand, on My Easel (17)

On my nightstand

She didn’t think Jack 

had ever felt 

the coming and going 

in quite the same way 

she had. 

To leave, 

               after all, 

was not the same 

as being left.

Anita Shreve, The Pilot's Wife

On my easel

work in progress, 40 days in, 5/28/20
24 x 48" canvas

On My Nightstand, on My Easel (15)

On my nightstand

You've perhaps noticed
how window plants
wind and grow
toward the light,
pressing their leaves
against the pane.
This turning toward the light
has a scientific name:
… heliotropism.
Jung spoke of a 
'human heliotropism.'
The True Self
seeks the light,
winding and growing
toward realization,
pressing against
the windowpane
of consciousness.

Sue Monk Kidd, When the Heart Waits


On my easel

heliotropic work in progress, 36 days in, 5/24/20
24 x 48" canvas