The following list was found among the papers of the painter Richard Diebenkorn after his death in 1993. Spelling and capitalization are as in the original.

I was listening to music while I was painting and this song came on. I thought it was so filled with hope and wisdom that I wanted to share it with you

This poem speaks so beautifully of desire. Most of us in this blog community are living outside of bars, but not all of us are free. I hope we each find the courage within to open our hearts and our minds to the freedom that is ours, if only we will take it.

I came upon this poem by Mary Oliver this morning after a glorious sunrise and had to share it.

Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like?

“The Truelove” A lovely poem by David Whyte about the courage to finally say, “yes” to life.

song of the white dove. “i love how she sits far back in the black, tangled branches of that wild oak tree.” by Beth Anne Boardman

I have just met Kira Freed who found the blog online and wrote to me to tell me about her project: processartjournal.com. She is a huge proponent of “process art” a name I’ve not heard before but a concept I have lived and supported for the last 16 years.

I want to know if you are prepared to live in the world, with its harsh need to change you; If you can look back with firm eyes saying “this is where I stand.”

Such a beautiful reminder that, as peaceful as it sounds, we don’t get to leave life in order to make our art. A Dream of Trees by Mary Oliver.

I am listening to a tape of David Whyte speaking to a group of people about embracing the whole of life: the dying half and the living half.

The great singer/songwriter, Joni Mitchell, writes about loving the other person’s calling as the natural order of things in her song, Urge For Going.

It’s been a ragged day, the kind we need from time to time to foster growth. And then I discovered this stunningly perfect poem. This time, I listen.

I was recently introduced to Beth Anne Boardman and her beautiful blog, Dancing Wolf. She kindly agreed to let me re-post some of her poetry.

I found this on Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes’s facebook page. Who knew such a stunningly remarkable being was on facebook?