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This One Is Called Vision Keeper

Two posts in one, this one.

My entry for Six Word Saturday.

And my latest Watercolour Month painting.

I’ll leave the six words here. Bit tricky trying to get everything in. Especially with time being of the essence. Again!

Last year, as part of #WorldWatercolorMonth, I created this painting inspired by Sue Dreamwalker:

So this year, I’m doing it again. This time, the watercolour is inspired by Hollis, otherwise known as Visionkeeper, or VK as I call her.

It features a butterfly:

A tiger:

A whale:

Some leaves:

The Moon:

And a lighthouse and a watcher:

So, now to the whole painting:

It took me a couple of hours to complete, and once I started drawing the initial outline the other elements sprang to mind. Animals and people seem to be the main themes for me to paint this year… and it’s all good for me.

Hope you’re having a fabulous Saturday.

Visit Debbie’s blog here.

Visit Sue Dreamwalker here.

And visit Visionkeeper here.

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Island of Dreams

The Land of Nod beckoned. Stars shone brightly in an almost clear and endless sky, each one representing someone’s dream; someone’s hope. The island sparkled in the starlight, frozen on the horizon, frozen in time. The Land of Nod. Eternal gateway to the Realm of Dreams, accessed only occasionally by souls travelling as their host bodies slept. Some remember their visits there, trying to revisit as often as they can. Others merely recall snippets… snapshots… fragmented memories and out of order recollections of a magnificent surreal reality. The icy waters lap the shoreline, gently ebbing and flowing, gently passing the time and gently reflecting both the wonder and the fluid nature of the imagination.

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Wordle: In the Dead of Night

Whilst everyone sleeps,
Sneak out through the door and look up to the lights from afar
Ignore the chatter within your mind,
Focus on the patterns of the stars.
With back stretched, force free from the gravity net that binds
And heave yourself up from the ground.
The screeching of the wind becomes the only sound
Reload your energies, rewrite your files,
Raise up, raise up, see around for miles
Fly high, soar, feel completely free,
Become one with the Universe and really just ‘be’…
Who says the human anatomy is not made for flight?
It’s easy, so easy… in the dead of night.

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Evening Daydream

With a slight chill being carried on the gentlest of evening breezes, I sit, looking out of the window. I listen to the world settling down after another day.

The sky above is clear. Stars and the Moon share the limelight, neither stealing it from the other. An owl flies by, as if on cue, and carefully settles on a post, its features hidden by the darkness, yet its outline clearly defined by the Moonlight. After the briefest of rests, it takes off again. Up into the sky it heads, and vanishes, as if by magic, in front of my very eyes.

I close my eyes.

Seconds later, I’m up above the town below, flying alongside the owl. We weave and dive and soar, connected to each other in flight only.

The owl dives before me once more, and I look down, where I’m temporarily dazzled by a bright light below.

I look up again, and I’m back looking out of my window.

Refreshed, yet relaxed all the same.