2011 in review

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The Year That Was, by Stephen Craig Rowe

We walked in light and dark.  Sang in old and new.  Took time to be of the all and do what we can do, and do it well.  That we are about some call a blessing or a miracle.  Some say it is fortunate.  Some say they see Angels, some say it is just rain.  Have you touched the song?  Indeed, my dear there is a street we have walked many times.  Call it home, for home is where the art is.  Old friends and new I wish a very good and Happy New Year.  As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe

 

Painting Studio Christmas Cheer by Stephen Craig Rowe

It is by no means bright and white but rather damp, wet, cool and grey.  Not much wind but a chill to the bone sort of day where one takes time to thank God for the warm thoughts of family, friends and times well spent during Christmas pasts.  Perhaps another time I will write of memory lane but now just want to wish you all a very meaningful and Merry Christmas full of good cheer.   As ever be well.

Painting Studio Liberty, Dragon, Full Moon of December and Stuff by Stephen Craig Rowe

Painting Studio Liberty, Dragon, Full Moon of December and Stuff by Stephen Craig Rowe.

Painting Studio Liberty, Dragon, Full Moon of December and Stuff by Stephen Craig Rowe

Here tell there will be a full moon of December this Saturday.  Do hope the sky is clear that night for my vision and sight to see Liberty dancing in the diamond sky as she wakes Dragon for the magic season as Dragon dreams of olden times.  And silence in the depth of dreams as only a Dragon can be.

     Liberty thwacked the Dragon’s smoking snout, softly with her wings and asked him to wake.  There was a pause, a puff and grumble as Dragon tossed, turned and felt a pinch from his treasure trove.  ” Ouch! “, the Dragon said.  Rolling over and in a state of half wake found Liberty in his beady red half woken eyes as bright as a star.  She said, Dear Dragon the last leaves of fall are gone and the Snow Queen is soon to be about for the chill of winter.  The magic white season, where roses sleep, when trees rest, gardens go to the garden.  Dragon woke, in a puff of smoke turned tail and said, ” Liberty we are forever entwined.  Eternal in all seasons and in reflections of the wine.”   Liberty smiled, and on Dragon’s brow gave a soft kiss.

      I have never seen a Dragon blush, but there was another glow about in the sky as Liberty and Dragon went on to dance forever in myth, magic and glee in opening the Christmas Season.  As ever be well.  Stephen Craig  Rowe