The
struggle to exist, to not disappear in this moment, is the advancing root of
the struggle to exist throughout the whole passage of time. We need to help
each other in this struggle. You by asking, I by struggling to respond. This is
the law of love, which rules the universe. By Jacob Needleman
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
When I come home
I hope you enjoy it as much as we did its creation.
Last weekend I attended the SCBWII illustrators retreat. It was my first of what I hope to be many such retreats. Coming I knew no one, but leaving I felt I made a number of friends. Coming I was insecure about my abilities, but leaving I left armed with new inspiring ideas that I can't wait to try on. So I have spent the past few days absorbing the plethora of information. Not only from the teachers, but also from my fellow students. My first order of business has been to return to this blog. My second order of business is to update add many new links, and start sharing my new work. I don't know if I will ever become a published author/illustrator but I do know that I will write and draw for the rest of my life. These activities feed my soul and consequently, make me a better person.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
A woman's orchestra
A woman's orchestra
Babies do not have to come
from your womb
in order to be sung to
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Monday, March 21, 2016
A song for the South China Sea
Art by Sandra Moreano and Words by Courtney Hanes
We now sing
of a love that binds
an altered course
sinking the hate
on an anchor of pain
through mist
until they meet again
Friday, March 18, 2016
The greatest love story
is like
fresh purple grapes
on a February day
dripping with taste
sometimes in hast
(that's how you learn).
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
I glamorize
I glamorize the Alaskan Frontier,
but wonder if I’d ever have the guts
to kill and prepare the animals I eat every single day
Sunday, March 13, 2016
A nod to Shel Silverstein
It is
It is a heart-warming experience
to borrow a book from a man
who loves his mother
and listen to a sweet six year old
read about a tree that lives
to give
and gives to live.
It leaves one feeling
lucky for the shepherd
who served his time,
found a boat,
and sailed back to build a home
with wood
from a tree he carved himself.
We are the tree that
gives to live,
and lives to give.
So be it, so be it.
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Some are better prepared
some are better prepared
to take
the news that rattles and
spooks without warning
with no time to duck, cover, or
hold on for dear life.
some are better prepared
to let
it wash over their bodies and
face. clean. like a fresh start.
or a new flower, growing alongside
a field of beat down weeds.
some are better prepared
to release
the nastiness and stench of a thing
that they did not ask for,
and are forever questioning.
some are better prepared
to close their eyes to betrayal
that knocked on the door and let itself in
with a secret key. secrets love company.
some are better prepared
indeed.
Poem by Courtney Hanes are by Sandra Moreano
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
A Calf on Hollow Road
I know he is a new calf
too weak to walk alone
who only wants a teat
to suck
and
to be nurtured and loved,
but it's growing cold
and I've got places to go
and I'm afraid that
if I stay to love him,
he'll die anyway
and
I'll be left alone.
Monday, February 22, 2016
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Contemplation
The combination of observation along with love--not with resistance, judgment, analysis, or labeling--just observation with love and reverence, is probably the best definition of contemplation. Richard Rhor
Thursday, February 18, 2016
The Caregiver's Tao Te Ching
When we become more at ease with all the intensity that flows through our being, we find that we can remain present with what's happening. In this way we build proof that we can endure and even welcome all that life presents, one moment at a time.
"The Caregiver's Tao Te Ching by William and Nancy Martin.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Measuring the Invisible
I've had this comic in the making for years now. This idea that we can not measure our subjective experiences brought me to a spiritual awakening. I always believed that we lived in a material world that operated on principles of science. More recently I have come to believe that human life also operates on the invisible things that defy measurement.
Friday, February 5, 2016
Time
Time lapses with light,
which retires and
brings new days
it will not remember the dirty heat,
or the chains which some bear,
for it is too in love with living
to feel anything but divine strength,
so
drink it up because that
is the essence in which we travel,
in which we are traveled.
Words By Courtney Hanes and Art by Sandra Moreano
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
The Kiss
Your slime and moisture
will mix
in a
science of ancient beauty
wrapped up in stars,
an Egyptian Milky Way
of crevasses and
arms.
Words by Courtney Hanes and Art by Sandra Moreano
Monday, February 1, 2016
As a Girl
As a girl
she picked daisies
happily lost in magical
landscapes of green
streaked with birds
and their worms
but
when she
became a woman
she moved to the city
sprinkled with
skyscrapers and
mocha dreams
and traded in
her horse for
an old
model Porsche
that
sped her away
leaving behind
more than
dusty corridors
and
hay
Words by Courtney Hanes Art by Sandra Moreano
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Berkeley
for what you
reveal
and what you
conceal.
Words by Courtney
Art by Sandra Moreano
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Inheriting a Marriage
I inherited their marriage,
though (I’m certain) that was not
their intention.
She whispered to me often,
“Do not go gentle into that altered night.
Like fins in an algae covered net
you too
will be trapped.”
Decades later
with different jewels
he forgot the jaded rules
and rubbed his
palms
(already smooth)
along the hardened pew.
She laughed at him and screamed,
"That's not my name!
The mirror belongs to no one!
The winter is full of frozen water, not ice!"
They became
compassionate strangers
with four working hands
but their
with four working hands
but their
voices no longer matched
the ones they heard before.
They stood like wood
rotten from the inside.
They swam like fish upstream.
They pretended to be the people
that others wanted them to be.
Friday, January 8, 2016
The Soul's Garden
Art by Sandra Moreano Poetry by Courtney Hanes.
The soul's garden reveals when it is
full of grief or love,
unable to hide in the shadows,
open like a mystic's eye
that even when closed knows how to see.
Time always lapses with light,
which
retires and brings a new day.
It will not remember the dirty heat,
or the
chains which some bear.
It is too in love with living
to feel anything but
divine strength.
Drink it up
because that is the essence in which we travel,
in
which we are traveled.
Monday, December 28, 2015
Dragon Fly's map of the USA
Not sure what is going on here. I just randomly played with watercolor and ink yesterday. I just let the watercolor drip and absorb the paper and then go in later to add details. The method is from Angela Wales Rockett's expressive arts class. Basically she asks us to paint in the moment with no concern for the finished product. I will be doing more of this as I find it a great way to get to center.
Now that it is finished I can see that I was inspired by the map from "The Man in the High Castle " Which is an alternative map of the US if the Germans and Japanese had one the war.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Merry Christmas 2015
Lucy is the most excited
Keir can't keep still
The whole gang
Keir , baby Eamon and Emily
Colette and Corey and uhhh urrr Miss Piggy
Daniella is making her Mother-in-laws old family recipe
Wonder
Alicia and Alex have a moment
Sandra knows it doesn't get better that this.
And best wishes to anyone reading this entry! We are all blessed.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
That's right
That's right
I'm so grateful
for all I've been
given
and promise to
appreciate
the life that I'm
livin'
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Great music for the Goddess within
Here is the mix of music I was able to enjoy last weekend at the Grunewald Guild Retreat center.
The name of the retreat was "Coming Home to the goddess within: A four-day womans's retreat into the strength, creativity and wisdom of your own goddessness." Angi and Angela were our leaders for four days of yoga, painting, meditation, clean eating and dancing and much much more. Enjoy the Music! I enjoyed the exposure to some new songs.
Roar by Katy Perry
Follow Your Arrow by Kacey Musgraves
I'll Take You There by The Staples Singers
Bitch by Meredith Brooks
Part of Me by Katy Perry
32 Flavors by Alana Davis
Love Me by Katy Perry
Shake It Out by Florence + The Machine
Try by Colbie Caillat
https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=F**kin'+Perfect+by+P!nk
F**kin' Perfect by P!nk
Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani
Wide Awake by Katy Perry
Nina Simone Feeling Good
She Walks in Beauty by Mediaeval Baebes
Hagia Sophia by Irfan
Dringo Bell by Mediaeval Baebes
Alkonyvarazs by The Moon & the Nightspirit
Donacreitun by Gary Stadler
Water Prayer Rasta mix (Matt the Alien Remix) by Adham Shaikh
We Are Water by Patty Griffin (sung by Hayden Panettiere and Nashville cast)
Walpurgisnacht by Faun
Come My Sweet by Mediaeval Baebes
Oyneng Yar by Faun
Sing to the Mountain by Elephant Revival
Drive by Incubus
Roar by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
For LuAnn
She gave me myself back,
wrapped up in paper I picked out
years ago but was afraid to use.
She knew how to listen
and that we were playing a wicked game
of keeping score. She was patient.
She was kind.
She let me cuss and cry.
She was freedom and green trees
and fall breezes that echo back
what they are told.
She gave us
us.
She helped me fall in love
with him again.
She can’t be a friend
but I love her and hope
one day
she reads this.
Monday, December 21, 2015
Fish Deaths
Fish Deaths
i am struggling to swim
i must gain oxygen
there is not
enough
water
cycling
across
my
gills
i am suffocating
because
these
levels
are
too
low
it’s a shame us stocked fish cannot survive
in a lake
made
by
men
Monday, December 14, 2015
Expressive Arts
Here are two painting with Tempera Paint I created this weekend at a retreat in the Grunewald Guild. My friend Angela Wales Rocket teaches this technique of painting freely without any real planning. A bit like a creative meditation. I look forward to trying this again. Soon.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Yoga Dance Retreat
This afternoon I am on my way to a Yoga, Painting and Dancing retreat with my friends Angi and Angela. I am going to Dance in the rain, and splash paint on my yoga pants! So excited to get away.
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Package of cards up on Etsy
I just posted 14 of my favorite all Occasion cards up on Etsy!
https://www.etsy.com/shop/artandwords2015
Take a look. They would make a lovely gift for some one you love.
Best,
Sandra
https://www.etsy.com/shop/artandwords2015
Take a look. They would make a lovely gift for some one you love.
Best,
Sandra
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